Quotes About Ink

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Government is the only institution that can take a valuable commodity like paper, and make it worthless by applying ink.

Our live experiences, fixed in aphorisms, stiffen into cold epigrams. Our heart's blood, as we write it, turns to mere dull ink.

I loved the fresh alkaline tang of new ink and paper, a smell that never emanated from a broken-in library book. I loved the crack of a newly flexed spine, and the way the brand-new pages almost felt damp, as if they were wet with creation.

Once words and thoughts are poured into them, books are no longer just paper and ink and glue: They take on a kind of human vitality.

Once words and thoughts are poured into them, books are no longer just paper, ink, and glue: They take on a kind of human vitality.

They are saving books by returning them to their origins—to the tradition of oral storytelling, which gave stories their durability before paper and ink could.

Had I just made a date with a tatted up bat wielding miscreant?

The word love has always tasted like the scent of fresh ink and soft paper to me. Like a newly written poem.

Yet I am not writing with ordinary ink, but with red blood that dripsfrom my heart. All its wounds long scarred over have opened and itthrobs and hurts, and now and then a tear falls on the paper.

While they all ink their skin, I crave something permanent within.Bare your soulOpen your heartTattoo your love within.

Aside from the decorum of ancient thought as opposed to the coarseness of fresh ink, I have spent some time phrasing the idea in the mathematics of evolutionary arguments and conditional probability. For an idea to have survived so long across so many cycles is indicative of its relative fitness. Noise, at least some noise, was filtered out.

Gallons of ink and miles of typewriter ribbon expended on the misery of the unrequited lover; not a word about the utter tedium of the unrequiting.

Tinker wrote neatly, though his spelling was not good, Ruth's recipes would never fail for confusion between 'add sugar' and 'seethe', but Jane's writing looked like an intoxicated inky spider had staggered across the page on the way to the bar for another drink. Which it really didn't need.

My brother is going to fucking chop off my balls for touching you, let alone putting ink on your body," Mason muttered.

I sing of a woman with ink on her hands and pictures hidden beneath her hair. I sing of a dog with skin like velvet pushed the wrong way.I sing of the shape a fallen body makes in the dirt beneath a tree, and I sing of an ordinary man who is wanted to know things no human being could tell him.This is the true beginning.

But words are things, and a small drop of ink,       Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think;       'T is strange, the shortest letter which man uses Instead of speech, may form a lasting link       Of ages; to what straits old Time reduces Frail man, when paper — even a rag like this, Survives himself, his tomb, and all that's his.

A drop of ink may make a million think.

I prefer my history dead. Dead history is writ in ink, the living sort in blood.

I prefer my history dead. Dead history is writ in ink, the living sort in blood." "Do you want to die old and craven in your bed?" "How else? Though not till I'm done reading.

Dead history is writ in ink, the living sort in blood.

Writing, someone said, is turning blood into ink.

Get black on white.

Ink drawing was a lot like life: One mistake and the whole thing was ruined.