But with writing, all you need is a pad of paper.
History shows how feeble are barriers of paper.
Numbers have life; they're not just symbols on paper.
Well, all I know is what I read in the papers.
My first feeling about the paper and the attitude is that it is absurd.
I only know what I read in the papers.
I was reading so much about myself in the papers that was not me.
Pencil. Paper. Forget the world.
I like to make collages - paper collages.
All reactionaries are paper tigers.
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
Dreams are like paper, they tear so easily.
As an architect, I learned to think and express myself on flat forms, on paper, and to imagine the contour of the lines of a design.
On paper, it looks rough, but I had a great childhood.
In Heathrow a vast chunk of memory detached itself from a blank bowl of airport sky and fell on him. He vomited into a blue plastic canister without breaking stride.
The fact of the matter is that readers and audiences are never blank slates: individuals see in a work whatever they need to see at that moment.
Ever been in a spelling bee as a kid? That snowy second after the announcement of the word as you sift your brain to see if you can spell it? It was like that, the blank panic.
Every GI signs a blank check, payable to the United States, drawn in an amount up to and including his life.
As long as you're true to you, you believe it and you make others believe it, then what you're doing is just art. If you give everybody a blank canvas and some paint, not everybody's picture is going to be exactly the same, but it's still art. I just...
If I get on the elevator on the ground floor, the building has no basement, and someone says, Going up? I like to give them that blank road kill dead in the eyes look.
That’s what violence was: emotion leaking out from consciousness into the physical world, linking up with the muscles of the arms and shoulders and diaphragm and, inevitably, the face. Stifle emotion during an act of violence and the face becomes a...
