Quotes About Typewriter

I didn't know that carrying the old typewriter home would totally ruin my life. I dragged the typewriter into the ranch house where I live.

Upon Waking at the far edge of earth, night is going away. another poem begins. slumped over the typewriter i must get this exactly, i want to make it clear this morning that your face, as it opens from its shadow, is more perfect than yesterday; and that the light, as it hesitates over the approach of your smile, has given this aching bed more than warmth, more than poems; someway a generous rose, or a very delicate arrangement of sounds, has come to peace in this new room.

Each spine with its shelf-mark code in familiar typewriter font, each date stamp a footprint of readers gone before and each shelf with its alphabetical ordering - these things align to provide the orderliness so cherished in a library. There is safety and structure amongst the stacks. Everything has a place, and you have found yours.

Another TX-0 hacker devised what was essentially the first word processor, a program that allowed you to type in your class reports and then format the text for output on the Flexowriter. Since it made the three-million-dollar TX-0 behave like a three-hundred-dollar typewriter—much to the outrage of traditionalists who saw this, too, as a ludicrous waste of computer power—the program became known as Expensive Typewriter.

Gazing at the typewriter in moments of desperation I console myself with three thoughts. Alcohol at six, dinner at eight, and to be immortal you've got to be dead.

I write by ear. I tried writing with the typewriter, but I found it too unwieldy

In spite of advances in technology and changes in the economy, state government still operates on an obsolete 1970s model. We have a typewriter government in an Internet age.

The first ear of corn, eaten like a typewriter, means summer to me—intense, but fleeting.

An old racetrack joke reminds you that your program contains all the winners' names. I stare at my typewriter keys with the same thought.

By eight o'clock Margaret was due at her post, a metal desk with a clackety typewriter where daily she proved that war wasn't just hell, it was hell with paperwork.

She laughed and asked, "What if Shakespeare was just hitting keys?" "Shakespeare didn't have a typewriter," I said. "What if he was just making marks on paper? And that's how he came up with Macbeth?" "I doubt it. Maybe Measure for Measure. I could see that with Measure for Measure. Not Macbeth.