Quotes About Pencil

Farming looks mighty easy when your plow is a pencil, and you're a thousand miles from the corn field.

A computer does not substitute for judgment any more than a pencil substitutes for literacy. But writing ability without a pencil is no particular advantage.

I don't know how many thoughts we have a second, but it's quite an amazing number, and just to pin down the appropriate sequence of those, all you really need is a pencil and a piece of paper.

It is a conservation of momentum: what is diminished by time is augmented by the pencil. As the idea fades, the agitation around it has to increase to keep it alive; and as the scope of the architectural profession also reduces, the designer's visible impact on the object increases, as if to recall lost powers.

She mistrusted the periods of quiet that are essential to true growth. Desiring to book Mrs. Wilcox as a friend, she pressed on the ceremony, pencil, as it were, in hand, pressing the more because the rest of the family were away, and the opportunity seemed favourable.

The best wood in most amateurs' bags is the pencil.

I scan the room. Catherine is writing quickly, her light brown hair falling over her face. She is left-handed, and because she writes in pencil her left arm is silver from wrist to elbow.

He chuckled, shaking his head. Man, you hunters. I break a pencil and there's hell to pay. I can see how that's deeply unfair, Chip. Especially if that pencil should try to kill you with it teeth and claws, or launch its brood of a thousand deadly paper clips against you.

A poet is a painter in his way, he draws to the life, but in another kind; we draw the nobler part, the soul and the mind; the pictures of the pen shall outlast those of the pencil, and even worlds themselves.

When you come up with a theory, you fall in love with the beauty the simplicity and elegance of it. But then you have to get a sheet of paper and pencil and crack out all the details. Hundreds and hundreds of pages. Because you have to prove it.

Nevertheless, the realization that breaking a pencil point would have far less disastrous consequences played little or no role, I believe, in this decision to explore theory!

A programming language is for thinking about programs, not for expressing programs you've already thought of. It should be a pencil, not a pen.

I don't know how many thoughts we have a second, but it's quite an amazing number, and just to pin down the appropriate sequence of those, all you really need is a pencil and a piece of paper.

On the top of my desk there are initials, carved into the wood, and dates...This carving, done with a pencil dug many times into the warn varnish of the desk, has the pathos of all vanished civilizations. It's like a handprint on stone. Whoever made this was once alive.

The pencil sharpener is about as far as I have ever got in operating a complicated piece of machinery with any success.

I'm pretty much a dinosaur in the studio. I like things hand-drawn, even today. The story artists use Cintiqs, but I'm the only person who hasn't completely converted to computers. I like the Cintiq, but there's something about the raw emotional power of using paper and pencil.

The envelope was covered with mud and unstamped. It bore the words To be handed to M. le Vicomte Raoul de Chagny, with the address in pencil. It must have been flung out in the hope that a passer-by would pick up the note and deliver it, which was what happened.

My technique, starting with a quick outline in pencil, is designed to record first impressions, with no time for second thoughts.

But I do have time to pencil in golf, and we've got four excellent courses.

The Greeks and Romans also sometimes used metallic lead to write or draw on papyrus, which is the origin of the modern expression "lead pencil"—despite the fact that a modern pencil contains no lead.

It is a pity he did not write in pencil. As you have no doubt frequently observed, the impression usually goes through -- a fact which has dissolved many a happy marriage.

I once saw an elaborate landscape in a gallery, drawn in pencil, that took my breath away. Then I realized the artist probably didn't have enough confidence to use a pen.

There are two people in the waiting room. One is an extremely thin old man, a retired teacher of French who still gives tuition by correspondence, and who whilst waiting his turn is correcting a pile of scripts with a pencil sharpened to a fine point. On the script he is about to examine, the essay title can be read: In Hell, Raskolnikov meets Meursault ("The Outsider"). Imagine a dialogue between them using material from both novels.

found graphene hiding out in the graphite from an ordinary pencil.