But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
When you sell a man a book, you don't sell him 12 ounces of paper and ink and glue - you sell him a whole new life.
Never pick a fight with people who buy ink by the barrel.
Never argue with people who buy ink by the gallon.
Our live experiences, fixed in aphorisms, stiffen into cold epigrams. Our heart's blood, as we write it, turns to mere dull ink.
Only government can take perfectly good paper, cover it with perfectly good ink and make the combination worthless.
No pen, no ink, no table, no room, no time, no quiet, no inclination.
Animals outline their territories with their excretions, humans outline their territories by ink excretions on paper.
Advertising is the ability to sense, interpret... to put the very heart throbs of a business into type, paper and ink.
The very ink with which history is written is merely fluid prejudice.
Memory is more indelible than ink.
I have designed my style pantomimes as white ink drawings on black backgrounds, so that man's destiny appears as a thread lost in an endless labyrinth. I have tried to shed some gleams of light on the shadow of man startled by his anguish.
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.
I don't see the world unless I see it in ink.
Don't think it, ink it.
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.
The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible.
The great enemy of clear language is insincerity. When there is a gap between one's real and one's declared aims, one turns, as it were, instinctively to long words and exhausted idioms, like a cuttlefish squirting out ink.
But my dear man, reality is only a Rorschach ink-blot, you know.
I was a woman in a man's world. I was a Democrat in a Republican administration. I was an intellectual in a world of bureaucrats. I talked differently. This may have made me a bit like an ink blot.
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