With a pencil and paper, I could revise the world.
You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and this pencil.
Keep a note pad and pencil on your bedside table. Million-dollar ideas sometimes strike at 3 A. M.
The fracture of pencil still useful, but the fracture of soul, we couldn't use it, Mister.
. . . as for helping me in the outside world, the Convent taught me only that if you spit on a pencil eraser, it will erase ink.
I have gotten everything from a one-page letter written in pencil to a 50-page computer generated masterpiece.
Etch your vision in stone-but sketch your strategy in pencil.
Some people may be famous for creating a pencil sharpener. I'm famous for my tits.
Pity is for this life, pity is the worm inside the meat, pity is the meat, pity is the shaking pencil, pity is the shaking voice-- not enough money, not enough love--pity for all of us--it is our grace, walking down the ramp or on the moving sidewalk, sitting in a chair, reading the paper, pity, turning a leaf to the light, arranging a thorn.
When I erase a word with a pencil, where does it go?
Success is a worn down pencil.
I try and make little stories. Whether it's with a pencil or with bits of records, it's really the same thing.
In this room I have picked which gun was unloaded out of ten options. And then they pulled the trigger on me. I have picked stocks that went on to skyrocket. I have picked which pencil I would shove into Ms. Robertson’s ear until she kicked me out for thinking about it.
From the mingled strength of shade and light A new creation rises to my sight, Such heav'nly figures from his pencil flow, So warm with light his blended colors glow. . . . . The glowing portraits, fresh from life, that bring Home to our hearts the truth from which they spring.
I don't claim anything of the work. It is his work. I am like a little pencil in his hand. That is all. He does the thinking. He does the writing. The pencil has nothing to do with it.
To err is human, but when the eraser wears out ahead of the pencil, you're overdoing it.
When I first started listening to music intently as a teenager, I was always sitting there with a biro or a pencil, drawing. That's how I absorbed it all.
[Jason] faltered when he looked at Leo, who was mimicking taking notes with an air pencil. “Go on, Professor Grace!” he said, wide-eyed. “I wanna get an A on the test.
I may not be the strongest guy or the most well armed, but you can put me in a room with a pencil and a piece of paper and I can kill anybody.
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.
