Quotes About Paper

bent under the April sun and into the bitter April wind, jackets flapping and eyes squinting, or else skirts pressed to the backs of legs and jacket hems pressed to bottoms. And trailing them, outrunning them, skittering along the gutter and the sidewalk and the low gray steps of the church, banging into ankles and knees and one another, scraps of paper, newspapers, candy wrappers, what else?—office memos? shopping lists? The

She had packed two china teacups, wrapped in paper towels. She would not drink from anything else. He

He imagined paper napkins and paper cups, wax paper, cheese, wafers of white bread lifted by the wind, swirled about the car.

There was also something about the smell of bookshops that was strangely comforting to her. She wondered if it was the scent of ink and paper, or the perfume of binding, string, and glue. Maybe it was the scent of knowledge. Information. Thoughts and ideas. Poetry and love. All of it bound into one perfect, calm place.

You keep your wine in a paper bag, you shouldn't be too upset when it leaks.

She breathed deeply and smelled water-logged books, the perfume of rotting cardboard and paper that had dried beneath the furnace of the July sun. If a single breath could summarize an entire life, she supposed that would do.

The first few days, the worst thing he seen Harold do was take a dump and use the pages from one of the camp library books for toilet paper." Renée winced. "It turned out to be The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter. Our only copy. If I had known what he was going to do with it, I would've given him a copy of Atlas Shrugged.

Saunders laughed, a short, breathless sound that did not quite convey amusement, and did the reasonable thing: looked back at his paper.

Your husband had something he meant to pass on to you," Zahara said. "I just wanted to make sure that you got it." Reaching into her pocket, she handed the woman a single tattered sheet of flimsi.

Strange how few, After all's said and done, the things that are Of moment. Few indeed! When I can make Of ten small words a rope to hang the world! "I had you and I have you now no more." There, there it dangles,—where's the little truth That can for long keep footing under that When its slack syllables tighten to a thought? Here, let me write it down! I wish to see Just how a thing like that will look on paper! "I had you and I have you now no more.

She fasted on the mesa rim, waiting for a vision, and fasted some more, and after a time God appeared incarnate on a platter as a roasted squab with white paper booties on His little drumsticks.

You never give me your moneyYou only give me your funny paperAnd in the middle of negotiationsYou break down.

A true scrapbook addict is one who stages photographs to match paper she likes.

I have a present for you, but I need to borrow your arms for wrapping paper.

Lá fazê-lo soube-te bem não soube? e não me soube bem fazê-lo, sabe-me bem o pó, sabia-me bem que a minha mamã, nem isso, sabia-me bem ser uma invenção de quem escreve não uma pessoa meu Deus, não me tornem pessoa, dêem-me sensações de papel, sofrimentos de papel, remorsos de papel que a gente rasga e desfaz

Draw the darkness ... and it will point out the light which has been in the paper all the while. Inside this world is folded another." from "Afterworld.

It seemed to be a remarkably up-beat interpretation of such an act of vandalism. Her husband's hands were visibly shaking as he held the paper.

I was talking to my dad, who's a neurosurgeon. He had this academic paper he wanted to publish. Journals take about 18 months to publish a paper, and he just wanted to get things up there.

As a boy, I was a member of a club run by the famous reptile showman Ross Allen, and the club sent its members pseudoscientific papers mimeographed on construction paper with a three-hole punch.

The National Energy Board process was completely flawed. It didn't allow interveners to do cross-examination, and they said we could do paper questions.

Being correspondent of a Left paper with a name like Eisenstein deprived one of one's chance of usefulness. Besides

I think it is good that books still exist, but they make me sleepy.

May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.

I definitely have, on paper, an unorthodox career path. And from childhood onward, I was always fascinated by the outdoors and wildlife.