Paper and ink are all but trash, if I cannot find the thought which the writer did think.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Paper acts as an eraser on the mind, as soon as you look at what you've written.
Only government can take perfectly good paper, cover it with perfectly good ink and make the combination worthless.
My books were always full of ink blots, always stained and covered with smeared sketches and pictures, which one draws idly when his attention wanders from his task.
I think printed fiction is what women read.
How hard it is to make your thoughts look anything but imbecile fools when you paint them with ink on paper.
I still do some inking here and there and I've actually got a book that I'm going to ink entirely.
These are not books, lumps of lifeless paper, but minds alive on the shelves.
Most of my thoughts, you couldn't print.
Waste paper is like a forest - paper recycles itself, generation after generation.
I am probably exaggerating a little, but I owe my equilibrium to ink and paper.