Write. . . write. . . pencil. . . paper.
Daydreaming with pencil and paper is a respectable form of meditation.
Begin my studies with the paper and this pencil and i'm working through the grammar of my fears.
Some people may be famous for creating a pencil sharpener. I'm famous for my tits.
As a writer, I have learned that each time I pick up my pencil I betray someone.
It's not how big your pencil is; it's how you write your name.
If somebody writes a great poem, people don't run around applauding the pencil, saying 'Oh, what a great pencil'. . . I'm a pencil in God's hands.
I talked to people in the pencil industry and I talked to people as I was sharpening their pencils about the frustrations they have with pencils, so I really did do my research and I do know more about pencils than most people.
No one can ever take my job away from me. I can always draw as long as I have a piece of paper and a pencil or paints.
I can almost always write music; at any hour of the twenty-four, if I put pencil to paper, music comes.
I try and make little stories. Whether it's with a pencil or with bits of records, it's really the same thing.
It's income tax time again, Americans: time to gather up those receipts, get out those tax forms, sharpen up that pencil, and stab yourself in the aorta
One must always draw, draw with the eyes, when one cannot draw with a pencil.
The Advantage is that mathematics is a field in which one's blunders tend to show very clearly and can be corrected or erased with a stroke of the pencil. It is a field which has often been compared with chess, but differs from the latter in that it is only one's best moments that count and not one's worst. A single inattention may lose a chess game, whereas a single successful approach to a problem, among many which have been relegated to the wastebasket, will make a mathematician's reputation.
Again, somehow, one saw life, a pure bead. I lifted the pencil again, useless though I knew it to be. But even as I did so, the unmistakable tokens of death showed themselves. The body relaxed, and instantly grew stiff. The struggle was over. The insignificant little creature now knew death. As I looked at the dead moth, this minute wayside triumph of so great a force over so mean an antagonist filled me with wonder. Just as life had been strange a few minutes before, so death was now as strange.
I've put pencil to paper. . . and I've said I would cut spending, and I've said exactly where. Each one of my budgets has taken a meat axe to foreign aid, because I think we ought to quit sending it to countries that hate us.
For a perfect holiday I need my iPhone and my writing tools. I write all my books by hand so black felt pens and yellow legal pads are a must. And my eyebrow pencil. I'm very low-maintenance.
For thee, sweet month; the groves green liveries wear. If not the first, the fairest of the year; For thee the Graces lead the dancing hours, And Nature's ready pencil paints the flowers. When thy short reign is past, the feverish sun The sultry tropic fears, and moves more slowly on.
The idea is to get the pencil moving quickly.
The pencil of the Holy Ghost hath labored more in describing the afflictions of Job than the felicities of Solomon.