We're not blank slates. What we've done, what we've survived all go into us.
I just get excited. . . like a painter with a blank canvas.
. . Yet if today has no meaning, the past was a Blank and the future is a Chaos.
I try and reduce myself to an almost blank slate and hope to God that I am creative.
A startup is a temporary organization designed to search for a repeatable and scalable business model.
Magazines are another medium I love, because 95% is simply based on 'How the hell are we going to fill all this blank space?
I started carrying blank books like this one around, which I would fill with all the things I couldn't say.
If you want a blank spot on the map, you gotta leave the map behind.
A word is a bud attempting to become a twig. How can one not dream while writing? It is the pen which dreams. The blank page gives the right to dream.
Life is a blank canvas, and you need to throw all the paint on it you can.
My favorite thing is to be alone in a room with a blank paper in front of me and the time to fill it.
In the studio, I do try to have a thought in my head, so that it's not like a blank stare.
You going to be a scientist when you grow up?” That sort of question deserved a blank stare, which it got.
The page is long, blank, and full of truth. When I am through with it, it shall probably be long, full, and empty with words.
Characterization in a play is like a blank check which the dramatist accords to the actor for him to fill in.
What avail are forty freedoms without a blank spot on the map?
He had the feeling that everything he saw was a broken-off piece of some giant blank thing that he had forgotten had happened to him.
Oh, I just tend to believe in things when I'm writing them. For instance, when I was writing 'Doctor Dee,' I believed in magic. And when I wrote 'Hawksmoor' I believed in psychic geography. But as soon as I type the last full stop, I'm back to being a complete blank again.
You can fix anything but a blank page.
He's looking at me as if the whole world waits for my next breath, with an intensity that makes my heart pound and my palms sweat and then he smiles, a sweet curve of his mouth, and my breath catches, but then I freeze because there is something about it, something beyond it that I know, that makes my mind go blank with fear and pain.