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.

Endangered forests are being slaughtered for toilet paper.

She loves mysteries that she became one.

Sean Penn’s really the only one stupid enough to put anything down on paper.