Without action, a vision is just a piece of paper. In education, we have lots of paper.

Let your heart dance with pen and paperNow fill the paper with dancing letters.

To say she is only a woman is to say a violin is a piece of wood with strings, and Dante is mere ink printed on paper.

The paper is my savior, the pen my blood, to words that shed my world.

I am the minister in The Ministry of Scarcity, but I’m not ordained because they were out of the paper they use to print the certificates on. Still, the title alone carries some weight (2.2...

You know your heart and soul are stapled to that manuscript, but what we see are the words on the paper

Even a broken heart doesn’t warrant a waste of good paper.

I’ve just finished reading some of my early papers, and you know, when I’d finished I said to myself, ‘Rutherford, my boy, you used to be a damned clever fellow.’ (1911)

Bolts work on nuts; pens work on paper. But you must work on yourself. Go, get working!

The first treatise on the interior of the body, which is to say, the treatise that gave the body an interior , written by Henri De Mondeville in the fourteenth century, argues that the body...

The paper burns, but the words fly free.

Welcome to Book-a-holic Anonymous.Hi, I’m g-lyn and I addictive to the written word. I love the smell of the blackest ink sliding across lightly texture paper. My eyes squint against the lost of time within...

I count everything. Even numbers, odd numbers, multiples of 10. I count the ticks of the clock i count the tocks of the clock I count the lines between the lines on a sheet of...

Idea Stores.” – p.56

A collection is not just one basic idea. It comes from something that is in the air, something you suddenly like and put down on paper and then work out.

Writing is the dancing of the mind on a stage called paper.

He realised he was in a chair. The world was white and blurry in half his vision, and it took him a few moments to realise a sheet of paper was stuck to his face.

Muses are fickle, and many a writer, peering into the voice, has escaped paralysis by ascribing the creative responsibility to a talisman: a lucky charm, a brand of paper, but most often a writing instrument....

What I play now isn’t surf music. It’s too powerful. I used to go through paper bags; now I go through brick walls. I play hard.

you’re all a bunch of sheep!” and even if they did say anything, I doubt anyone would listen… they’re all too obsessed and attached to their cellular phones and overly big televisions and whatever other...

I don’t need a piece of paper to suggest that I can commit myself.

As writers we live life twice, like a cow that eats its food once and then regurgitates it to chew and digest it again. We have a second chance at biting into our experience and...

What should be standing in the shoes of passion, and be walking on the plans of action is sitting in the ink on the papper. Why? Because of the fear to start.

Civilization transformed man from a food gatherer to a gatherer of pieces of paper: diplomas, employment contracts, money, etc.

Being an authority on paper does not immediately grant you authority over a group until it is earned by you and given by them.

Sit and quiet yourself. Luxuriate in a certain memory and the details will come. Let the images flow. You’ll be amazed at what will come out on paper. I’m still learning what it is about...

To put what you see on paper is the same as funneling what you feel through yourself as a performer.

Lack of courage is what makes big dreams to sit in the ink of the paper instead of them running in the shoes of actions. Without courage, you remain a dreamer!

I learned how to draw from being bored in school. I would doodle on the margins of my paper.

My printer printed off blank pages. Is my printer out of ink, or do I just have nothing to say?

My life looked good on paper – where, in fact, almost all of it was being lived.

A letter to the beloved is like the ink kissing the paper. (Une lettre à l’aimée, c’est – L’encre embrassant le papier)

I made a circle with a smile for a mouth on yellow paper, because it was sunshiny and bright.

And speaking of this wonderful machine:[840] I’m puzzled by the difference betweenTwo methods of composing: A, the kind Which goes on solely in the poet’s mind,A testing of performing words, while heIs soaping a third...

In an age of infinite digital documentation, paper was the last safe place for secrets.

And then another letter had come from Christopher, so devastating that Amelia wondered how mere scratches of ink on paper could rip someone’s soul to shreds. She had wondered how she could feel so much...

With different changes but the same plot, sometimes our story has already unfolded. It’s just trapped in the pages of ink and paper. God is waiting in His Word.

Pencil. Paper. Forget the world.

You were with Margo Roth Spiegelman last night? At THREE A.M.? I nodded. Alone? I nodded. Oh my God, if you hooked up with her, you have to tell me every single thing that happened....

If I were stranded on a desert island, and could have only one person and three things with me, I’d want Nietzsche, a pen, paper, and a stick-on mustache.

Like a warrior in the battlefield, a writer must endeavour to use his pen to stamp the paper with his identity.

I discovered Orson Welles in college; my freshman English professor screened ‘Citizen Kane’ for us, and I wound up writing a 20-page term paper on it.

I was always a writer, by which I mean I was always scribbling away, doing something with pen and paper.

Put a compass to paper and trace a circle. Then tell me which other country has such a concentration of places like Amalfi, Naples, Ischia, Procida, Sorrento, Positano, Pompeii, and Capri.

Was it animal pee or human pee? Someone asked.How would I know? What, am I an expert in the study of pee?

This paper was one of my digressions into abstract economics.

Never keep staring at the dreams you have on the paper… Don’t just live like a spectator. You have the power, you have the mine, you have the skills, you can dribble your obstacles to...

Olaotan! Olaotan!! Olaotan!!! It’s half past time to write”, I only have three things at my disposal: A pen, A piece of paper, and a crowded mind.

So often is the virgin sheet of paper more real than what one has to say, and so often one regrets having marred it.

The drawing is already partly there – it’s in the paper. And the paper is talking before you do.