My table is now brightly, now dimly lighted. Its temperature varies. It may receive an ink stain. One of its legs may be broken. It may be repaired, polished, and replaced part by part. But, for me, it remains the table at which I daily write.
In 1991, I co-founded my first start-up, Ink Development, which made software for an early tablet computer.
I am a galley slave to pen and ink.
It is the world, my boy," he said. "All the World, in ink and blood, vellum and parchment, leather and hide. It is the World, and it is yours to save or lose.
Retarded kids are the best. When they ask for an autograph I just fake sign a picture and tell them that it's in invisible ink and it will show up later. They totally buy it. It saves me a fortune in markers.
It was like we were all so busy trying to be happy or saying we were happy, but underneath there was nothing but bitterness, the kind that could only be bled out in ink, in unspoken word.
Discontent is like ink poured into water, which fills the whole fountain full of blackness.
Many a text [of Scripture] is written in a secret ink which must be held to the fire of adversity to make it visible.
She didn't strike me as a "crossword in ink" kind of girl
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.
I refer, of course, to the debts our nation has amassed for itself over decades of indulgence. It is the new Red Menace, this time consisting of ink. We can debate its origins endlessly and search for villains on ideological grounds, but the reality is pure arithmetic.
Modern poets add a lot of water to their ink.
I love craftsmanship of any kind, a job well done either by my chiropractor or carpenter, and I am addicted to print, the type, the ink. But my basic passion is journalism and I can't live without being online.
in black ink my love may still shine bright.
The problem is, photographic dyes and printing inks aren't as good as paint, actually.
What happens in a certain place can stain your feelings for that location, just as ink can stain a white sheet.
Sometimes my feelings are so hot that I have to take the pen and put them out on paper to keep them from setting me afire inside; then all that ink and labor are wasted because I can't print the results
If you were in a burning house and there was a cat and a Rembrandt, what would you save? The cat. . . you would save the cat, because the cat is alive. The art is dead. It's just paint on a canvas, ink on a page. To live for art is to deny life. It's just to destroy life.
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.
The blackest of fluid is used as an agent to enlighten the world.