Tomorrow it'll all be over, then I'll have to go back to selling pens again.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I bought a seven-dollar pen because I always lose pens and I got sick of not caring.
Let other pens dwell on guilt and misery.
Once you sell yourself, it's over. You've got nothing left.
I suppose I will go on selling newspapers until at last will come the late night final.
After all, tomorrow is another day.
I still do some inking here and there and I've actually got a book that I'm going to ink entirely.
I wish I could play the whole game and come back tomorrow.
When the day's work is over, it's over.
I like pens. My writing is so amazing there's never a need to erase.
Never leave a pen around me - it will be gone.