Ink Quotes

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

Whats a gonzotic frenzy? Well its me in the throes of an ink splattering attempt to capture the feeling I have at that particular time.

Black ink was always my favorite. I loved it. And then one day I realized that the only thing I ever wanted to do was to paint.

The atmosphere of officialdom would kill anything that breathes the air of human endeavour, would extinguish hope and fear alike in the supremacy of paper and ink.

Best believe that needle hurt you Best to see these true colors Than follow one of your false virtues A little secret to make you think: Why is the crazy stuff we never say, poetry in ink?

He looked good, like sin in a suit.

There is something magical in seeing what you can do, what texture and tone and colour you can produce merely with a pen point and a bottle of ink.

Ink runs from the corners of my mouth. There is no happiness like mine. I have been eating poetry.

It isnot good enough tospend time and ink indescribing the penultimate sensations and physical movements of people getting into a state of rut, we all know them so well.

Just snow and sapphire and ink.

I have no doubts that the Devil grins, As seas of ink I spatter. Ye gods, forgive my “literary” sins – The other kind don’t matter.

Stars ink your fingers with a lexicon of flame blazing rare knowledge.

The machine has several virtues... One may lean back in his chair and work it. It piles an awful stack of words on one page. It don't muss things or scatter ink blots around.

I always loved to paint. As a kid, I liked to dip my paintbrush in black ink. They gave colors to me to use, but I didn't like them very much.

That is how heavy a secret can become. It can make blood flow easier than ink.

Borders are scratched across the hearts of men By strangers with a calm, judicial pen, And when the borders bleed we watch with dread The lines of ink across the map turn red.

Coffee falls into the stomach... ideas begin to move, things remembered arrive at full gallop... the shafts of wit start up like sharp-shooters, similes arise, the paper is covered with ink...

Animals outline their territories with their excretions, humans outline their territories by ink excretions on paper.

The blackest of fluid is used as an agent to enlighten the world.

It was said of old Sarah, Duchess of Marlborough, that she never puts dots over her I s, to save ink.

My books were always full of ink blots, always stained and covered with smeared sketches and pictures, which one draws idly when his attention wanders from his task.

Don't think it, ink it.

Love makes its record in deeper colors as we grow out of childhood into manhood; as the Emperors signed their names in green ink when under age, but when of age, in purple.

A small drop of ink makes thousands, perhaps millions... think.

Never argue with people who buy ink by the gallon.

That's why writers write—to say things loudly with ink. To give feet to thoughts; to make quiet, still feelings loudly heard.

A newspaper is lumber made malleable. It is ink made into words and pictures. It is conceived, born, grows up and dies of old age in a day.

Beware as you get the octopus on board. Suddenly he relaxes his grasp, and shhots out a jet of ink, which smarts considerably.

Never durst poet touch a pen to write Until his ink were temper'd with Love's sighs.

I also felt guilty about the three pens I'd stolen, but only for a second. And since there was no convenient way to give them back, I stole a bottle of ink before I left.

I refer to the debt - the new red menace. This time consisting of ink.

When you hold a graphic novel in your hands, you're holding artist blood made ink.

Once, lovers on faraway shores sat by candlelight and dipped ink to parchment, writing words that could not be erased. They took an evening to compose their thoughts, maybe the next evening as well.

I'm still the kid who grew up with ink on his hands from delivering newspapers.

The blackest ink of fate are sure my lot, And when fate writ my name it made a blot.

I've always subscribed to an old Chinese proverb that the palest ink is better than the best memory.

I am probably exaggerating a little, but I owe my equilibrium to ink and paper.

The strong do not hesitate. They settle down, they sweat, they go on to the end. They exhaust the ink, they use up the paper.

I still do some inking here and there and I've actually got a book that I'm going to ink entirely.

I am using soybean based ink, which is recyclable.

In writing biography, fact and fiction shouldn't be mixed. And if they are, the fictional points should be printed in red ink, the facts printed in black ink.

Water is the ink that writes the poetry of life.

When malice is joined to envy, there is given forth poisonous and feculent matter, as ink from the cuttle-fish.

How hard it is to make your thoughts look anything but imbecile fools when you paint them with ink on paper.

I can do hieroglyphics in the margin. There are days when I really enjoy the flow of ink. I mean, nice pen, ink straight on to the page.

For several days after my first book was published, I carried it about in my pocket and took surreptitious peeps at it to make sure the ink had not faded.

My gut feeling is that paper and ink are going to be with us for a long time yet, and in substantial quantities, though certainly books are now going to be available in other forms.

Every drop of ink in my pen ran cold.

The only useful thing I ever learned in school was that if you spit on your eraser it erased ink.

I am a galley slave to pen and ink.