Instead of reading a paper, we now read the news online. Instead of buying books at a store, we buy them on-line. What's so revolutionary? The Internet has mainly affected our leisure life.
I'm not really gangsta. Not at all. I just write about them. It's fun to pretend, at least on paper. But in real life, not so much.
For anything worth having one must pay the price; and the price is always work, patience, love, self-sacrifice - no paper currency, no promises to pay, but the gold of real service.
I've got a vendetta to destroy the Net, to make everyone go to the library. I love the organic thing of pen and paper, ink on canvas. I love going down to the library, the feel and smell of books.
...and without love, one is a dead man on furlough, nothing but a scrap of paper with a few dates and a chance name on it, and we as well die.
An extrovert looks at a stack of books and sees a stack of papers, while an introvert looks at the same stack and sees a soothing source of escape.
I have learned to read the papers calmly and not to hate the fools I read about.
May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.
All I need is a sheet of paper and something to write with, and then I can turn the world upside down.
I've learned to develop a thick skin, but you're bound to be affected when you read something bad about yourself in the paper and it's rubbed in your face over and over.
I discovered Orson Welles in college; my freshman English professor screened 'Citizen Kane' for us, and I wound up writing a 20-page term paper on it.
I often write in pencil on paper and then type up later. It's much quicker than using a keyboard.
I can weave words together and create magic,it's like knitting and crocheting words with pen and paper, some call it Poetry.
I talk to people who are musicians, and they go, Oh this is hell. And I go, Are you kidding me? You never put tar paper on a roof, did ya?
My characters don't always know more than the reader does, because my readers get the best seat in Paper House.
First time I ever put pen to paper, I had one goal – to build something no one had ever thought of before.
As I've explained to my wife many times, you have to kill your wife or mistress to get on the front page of the papers.
I spent thirty-two years in a paper mill in southern Ohio, and before that, I worked in a meatpacking plant and a shoe factory.
I always marked up a piece of paper before taking a job, looking at the pluses and minuses. If the latter outnumbered the former, I would pass.
When you pour out words from your heart to your lover, make sure they aren't on a paper vessel and lost to the wind.
If people want to criticize me because it sells papers, that's fine. I just don't like it when it's inaccurate.
