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"The palest ink is better than the best memory."
"A Pen Transmits the Voice of the Soul."
"Do not pick up the pen unless you understand how heavy it is, and how long you may carry it for."
"My two fingers on a typewriter have never connected with my brain. My hand on a pen does. A fountain pen, of course. Ball-point pens are only good for filling out forms on a plane."
"But words are things, and a small drop of ink, falling like dew, upon a thought, produces that which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think."
"The pen is the interpreter of the soul: what one thinks, the other expresses"
"There is no lighter burden, nor more agreeable, than a pen."
"A dull pencil is better than a sharp mind"
"If you want to change the world, pick up your pen & write."
"How wonderful it is to be able to write someone a letter! To feel like conveying your thoughts to a person, to set at your desk and pick up a pen, to put your thoughts into words like this is truly marvelous."
"Keep a notebook. Travel with it, eat with it, sleep with it. Slap into it every stray thought that flutters into your brain. Cheap paper is less perishable than grey matter, and pencil marks endure longer than memory."
"Whenever you are fed up with life, start writing: ink is the great cure for all human ills, as I have found out long ago."
"This book was written with the world’s finest word processor, a Waterman cartridge fountain pen. To write the first draft of such a long book by hand put me in touch with the language as I haven’t been in years. I even wrote one night (during a power outage) by candlelight. One rarely finds such opportunities in the twenty-first century, and they are to be savored."
"My fountain pen was always one of my most prized possessions; I valued it highly, especially because it had a thick nib, and I can only write neatly with thick nibs. It has led a long and interesting fountain-pen life. When I was nine, my fountain pen (packed in cotton wool) arrived as a ‘sample of no commercial value’ all the way from Aachen, where my grandmother (the kindly donor) used to live. I lay in bed with flu, while the February winds howled around our flat. This splendid fountain pen came in a red leather case, and I showed it to my girlfriends the first chance I got. Me, Anne Frank, the proud owner of a fountain pen."