What avail are forty freedoms without a blank spot on the map?
He looked blank. “He’s the one who’s been doing the magic against us?” “Duh,” I said. “Doona be ‘duh’ing me, lass,” he growled, his burr thickening.
She glanced up at him, and in that moment he pulled his wet shirt over his head. She forced her mind blank. Blank as a new sheet of paper, blank as a starless sky. He came to the fire and crouched before it. He rubbed the water from his bare arms and flicked it in the flames. She stared at the goose and sliced his drumstick carefully and thought of the blankest expression on the blankest face she could possibly imagine. It was a chilly evening; she thought about that. The goose would be delicious, they must eat as much of it as possible, they must not waste it; she thought about that.
At some point if you're a professional writer, no matter what, it always comes down to you staring at the blank page by yourself.
A blank piece of paper is God's way of telling us how hard it is to be God.
If you want a blank spot on the map, you gotta leave the map behind.
My memories pale as I prevail upon them again and again. They become more and more ghostly. I fear nothing so much as losing them altogether and having only my blank endless mind to live in.
Last night I played a blank tape at full blast. The mime next door went nuts.
I followed his argument with the blank uneasiness which one might feel in the presence of a logical lunatic.