Pencil Quotes

“Fucking bastard, I'll stab you in the chest with this pencil.”
― Koushun Takami, Battle Royale

“What is in the pencil is greater than what is around it. The talents in you are greater than the environment surrounding you. Your potentials will change your environment.”
― Israelmore Ayivor

“All I need to do
is place my pen against paper
and your love
writes for me.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“And, most important of all," added the Mathemagician, "here is your own magic staff. Use it well and there is nothing it cannot do for you."
He placed in Milo's breast pocket a small gleaming pencil which, except for the size, was much like his own.”
― Norton Juster, The Phantom Tollbooth

“Pencil. Paper. Forget the world.”
― Shaun Hick

“No one has yet tested the pencil
To see how many words it can write”
― Xi Chuan, Notes on the Mosquito: Selected Poems

“A poetess is not as selfish
as you assume.
After months of agonising
over her marriage of words—the bride—
and spaces—the groom,
she knows that as soon
as she has penned the poem,
it’s yours to consume.
So, without giving it a think,
she blows on the ink
and the letters fly away
like dandelions on a windy day,
landing on hands and lips,
on hearts and hips.
But more often than not,
you can easily spot
them trodden and forgotten,
becoming sodden and rotten.
Yet, she will continue to make
what’s others to take
because selfishness
is not the mark of a poetess.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“A pencil and a dream can take you anywhere.”
― J. A. Meyer

“Sharpen your life always; even though it will come to an end like a pencil, we have to keep on writing”
― Munia Khan

“And speaking of this wonderful machine:
[840] I’m puzzled by the difference between
Two methods of composing: A, the kind Which goes on solely in the poet’s mind,
A testing of performing words, while he
Is soaping a third time one leg, and B,
The other kind, much more decorous, when
He’s in his study writing with a pen. In method B the hand supports the thought,
The abstract battle is concretely fought.
The pen stops in mid-air, then swoops to bar
[850] A canceled sunset or restore a star,
And thus it physically guides the phrase
Toward faint daylight through the inky maze.
But method A is agony! The brain
Is soon enclosed in a steel cap of pain.
A muse in overalls directs the drill Which grinds and which no effort of the will
Can interrupt, while the automaton
Is taking off what he has just put on Or walking briskly to the corner store [860] To buy the paper he has read before.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Pale Fire

“free from ivory-tower
the pencil twirls
across the footpath”
― Santosh Kalwar

“The ink line drawing flowed the cursive journey,
created on paper canvas that brought the story to life.”
― Jazz Feylynn

“Paper and Pencil, Go! You are the stencil.”
― Wendy Aros

“Tommy looked blank. "What's a flashlight?"

"You don't have flashlights?" Jessup said. "Jeeze! A cylinder, like, with batteries inside it, and a light bulb behind glass at one end--"

Tommy's blue eyes glinted dangerously. "We have a thing in Scotland that's a cylinder too. Very thin, made of wood, with graphite in the center. We call it a pencil."

Jessup hooted. "You think we don't have pencils?"

"You think we don't have flashlights?" Tommy snapped. "That's just American dialect. In the English language they're called torches."

Emily said mildly, "Actually we're Canadians.”
― Susan Cooper, The Boggart

“Toss me one of your pencils!"
"Have you gone mad?" I cried even as I removed the pencil from my cloak pocket and threw it at his head.
It began to transform before it even reached him, elongating and flashing through the shadows--- a sword. I regretted aiming for his head then, but Wendell caught it with the grace of a trained swordsman, which of course he was.
Watching Wendell with a sword is like watching a bird leap from a branch--- there is something thoughtless about it, innate. One has the sense that he is less himself without a sword, that wielding it returns him to the element most natural to him.
He drove the sword into the nearest sheerie, and before it had fallen he had spun round to slash at the one behind him, slicing it open like overripe fruit. The other three fell just as easily.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands

“Life is like a painting. Imagine it, hit and try drawing with the pencil of first steps, fill in the colors of happiness, correct the mistakes with eraser of love and forgiveness; thus, one dream project is accomplished. Create such masterpieces just like that.”
― Vikrmn, You By You

“When pondering who I am, I write the fiction that I want directly over the facts that I hate. However, what I’ve discovered is that fiction is written in pencil while facts are in pen.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“And he said...

...never sharpen your tongue, only your pencil.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“Everything I write for the first time is written with a pencil.”
― Toni Morrison

“If we use the ‘pen of fiction’ to edit the ‘narrative of fact’ in order to justify our choices, we will soon discover that the pen is in fact a pencil.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“Etched in pencil
As a side note
In that book you lent me once
I read you again tonight”
― Anushka Bhartiya

“God has graciously given us all things. Yet when He handed us the Bible, the one thing that He didn’t give us was a pencil with an eraser on it.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“Through repeated use I have discovered that a pencil has two ends. One draws lines. The other erases them. And in a culture that’s becoming increasingly divided, maybe we need to commit to using the latter and stop sharpening the former.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“I let her use my pencil to draw me into her beautiful world, while taking classes together in the arts of love.”
― Curtis Tyrone Jones

“It's the pencil that has the imagination to write your words.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“Words flow with a pencil in hand.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“To some, life imitates the pencil.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“Each pencil hides inside it thousands of drawings. The artist's job is to discover and make these views of new worlds visible.”
― Alejandro Mos Riera