In real life I avoid all parties altogether, but on paper I can mingle with the best of them.
Kathy Dewar, my high-school English teacher, introduced me to journalism. From the moment I wrote my first article for the student paper, I convinced myself that having my name in print – writing in English, interviewing Americans – validated my presence here.
If I read in a paper that somebody has said something about me, I’m going to take it with a pinch of salt; I really am!
On paper, being good sounds great but a lot depends on the atmosphere of the workplace or community we live in. We tend to become good or bad depending on the cues sent out within a particular space.
These airplanes we have today are no more than a perfection of a child’s toy made of paper.
I’m a total technophobe. What is wrong with paper and pen? I was delighted when I learnt the word ‘Luddite,’ as I thought it described me perfectly.
I obviously have a knack for getting on paper what a lot of people have thought and didn’t realize they thought. And they say, ‘Hey, yeah!’ And they like that.
The only decent daily paper of record in France is the online ‘Mediapart,’ which exposes graft and corruption in high places and is feared by the establishment.
I work a little bit like a sculptor. When I start, my first idea for a building is with the material. I believe architecture is about that. It’s not about paper, it’s not about forms. It’s about space and material.
One writes to make a home for oneself, on paper, in time and in others’ minds.
When at last we are sure, You’ve been properly pilled, Then a few paper forms, Must be properly filled. So that you and your heirs, May be properly billed.
Why marry? If you’re not married, you just leave each other and it’s cool. Who needs the paper? To me it means nothing.
It’s very difficult for me to look at politics with clear eyes. I’ll read a story in the paper and the first thing that pops into my head is, what would my dad say about that? Then I try to break out of that and think, ‘What would Said say about that,’ and then it gets complicated.
This country can no longer afford to choose our leaders from a talent pool limited by sex, race, money, powerful fathers and paper degrees. It’s time to take equal pride in breaking all the barriers.
I beg you not to resort to demonstrations, for they have become nothing but burned paper.
I remember when I would write a song as a kid, I would also write out on paper what the drums would do, what the bass would do, and what the vocals would be doing.
Everybody always laughs because I feel so much more comfortable with, like, a giant paper bag on my whole body and paint on my face. Sometimes I try really hard to take it all off. But inevitably what’s underneath is still not a straight edge. And I don’t think it ever will be.
I’d rather be a kid and play with paper planes, than be a man and play with a woman’s heart.
The kind of true-life writing that is fun to read – that makes an ally of the reader – is the kind that you are so nervous about putting down on paper that you lock the Word file with a secret password and encrypt it – and all of it.
Mr. Fantasy was the only song that was scribbling on a piece of paper.
I felt my father’s presence with me, helping me to commit to paper the feelings I had. I really heard my father speaking to me from the other dimension.
I started working myself from about 14, really, so I wasn’t a burden on my family. I did a paper round and a milk round. When I was 15 or 16, I worked in a supermarket on Saturdays stacking shelves, and then every summer I temped, right through university until my working days started.
It’s always helpful to put things down on paper. That’s why I started writing.
In recording, you’re trying to make something work sonically – getting the right inflection on the right guitar sound – and maybe a part that would be musically great doesn’t sound as cool. On paper, though, it’s all stripped back. The musical idea is the one that wins.
What I’ve come to find out is it doesn’t matter if you’re selling a $10,000 gown or toilet paper: The everyday sort of humdrum of customer service and retail is the same.
I was a paper boy, beginning the summer between my fourth-grade and fifth-grade years.
What you do is, you have your drawing board and a pencil in hand at the telescope. You look in and you make some markings on the paper and you look in again.
Right up to the middle of this century all perceptions of the world around us were delivered via the bookshelf or the paper route.
The only reason we don’t notice how absolutely interwoven our thinking processes have become with older technologies – pencils, paper, electric light, penicillin, fire – is that they’re old, so we’ve ceased to notice their effects.
I do think sometimes there’s danger in guest appearance mania. I’ve seen too many examples that sound cool on paper, like ‘Oh, get that guy to sing the hook on that guy’s song,’ and then that’s all it is. It’s a cool idea that sounds good on paper.
Computers may save time but they sure waste a lot of paper. About 98 percent of everything printed out by a computer is garbage that no one ever reads.
The worst thing you can do is censor yourself as the pencil hits the paper. You must not edit until you get it all on paper. If you can put everything down, stream-of-consciousness, you’ll do yourself a service.
Art is accusation, expression, passion. Art is a fight to the finish between black charcoal and white paper.
The Term Paper Artist’ represents two models of writing, one of the little boy bouncing his ball, generating stories for the sheer pleasure of it, and the besieged adult, writing to make a living, having to contend with a very competitive, very unreliable world in which public image counts.
So often is the virgin sheet of paper more real than what one has to say, and so often one regrets having marred it.
When people start talking about venture capital and finances and how to create this and do that, a lot of it, I swear, it’s like sitting in an escrow meeting when all you want to do is buy a house, and you’re signing 50 pieces of paper, but you have no idea what they’re talking about.
My movie is born first in my head, dies on paper; is resuscitated by the living persons and real objects I use, which are killed on film but, placed in a certain order and projected on to a screen, come to life again like flowers in water.
I would write a scientific paper with the devil, if it was on high temperatures. The fellow’s probably an authority.
The best writers who have put pen to paper have often had a journalism background.
All my time not devoted to my master’s service was spent either in prayer, or in making experiments in casting different things in moulds made of earth, in attempting to make paper, gunpowder, and many other experiments, that, although I could not perfect, yet convinced me of its practicability if I had the means.
If you must invest in paper, learn to be an options trader. Then you will know how to make money whether the markets are going up or down.
Every headline in the paper, I don’t write them. My story’s inside the paper, not the headline.
We live in such a celebrity-driven culture, but all those people have to go buy toilet paper, and all those people have products they use and their favorite sweet treats. They all have to write to-do lists, and they’re all reading books – well, hopefully most people are doing those things.
No, I got a GED in my 30s. My kids know that I never stop learning, and they know I love reading. I have books overflowing everywhere. I am current on today’s events and I read the paper every day, and we talk about it, so they see that appetite.
I don’t ascribe to the idea of the ivory tower composer who sits alone in a room composing his masterpieces and then comes down from Mount Sinai with the tablets. It doesn’t work like that. The job of a composer is putting something down on a piece of paper that will inspire the person who’s playing.
Computers are wasteful of paper and time. Once, we’d get documents with a few errors. Now, people make hundreds of copies until each sheet is flawless and memos are duplicated endlessly. Managers get swamped with emails.
Handwritten political posters – often composed in an artless and unadorned style, usually just words on plain white paper – were ubiquitous in South Korea in the 1970s and 1980s and were one of the few outlets available for expressing political views. Most posters were anonymous and put up under the cover of night.
You don’t realize how hard it is to live on your own. But there’s no mom to do your laundry, and make you dinner and to do things for you, and you don’t think about little things like buying paper towels and salt.
You might as well ask why a middle-aged man with no criminal record might put a paper bag over his head and rob a bank. I acted out of personal desperation.
I always carry lots of stuff with me wherever I roam, always weighted down with books, with cassettes, with pens and paper, just in case I get the urge to sit down somewhere, and oh, I don’t know, read something or write my masterpiece.
Research shows that when we read words on paper, it reduces our stress levels by nearly 70 percent. We also read more carefully than on tablets or laptops.
I carry a small sheet of paper in my wallet that has written on it the names of people whose opinions of me matter. To be on that list, you have to love me for my strengths and struggles.
