Top 55 Ink Quotes

Generally, I don’t pencil, especially with the autobiographical comics, although I’ve usually planed out composition in my head during the scripting stage. I like to work directly in ink, to keep the spontaneity and expression conveyed by a less worked over line.

I was a woman in a man’s world. I was a Democrat in a Republican administration. I was an intellectual in a world of bureaucrats. I talked differently. This may have made me a bit like an ink blot.

If you were to look at an old ‘Betty Boop’ cartoon or an ‘Out of the Ink Well’ animation, there are many things about ‘Adventure Time’ that really remind you of that, even though it doesn’t look like any of those cartoons.

I use the old Strathmore vellum surface paper, which is the best paper you can get in the Western world for ink line drawing. It has a good, hard surface.

Purely on their own, words are inert splashes of ink, sound waves, blips on a screen and the like. Our minds perceive these and make meaning and our minds are part of living in the real world.

Without a doubt, first thing we should do is clean up our fiscal house, and that starts with balancing our budgets and digging out of this red ink. We cannot expect to continue in this fashion and remain the leader of the free world.

I use a quill pen dipped in India ink. I also like Faber-Castell brush pens and Pigma Micron pens. And I work on Duo-Shade board.

Gene Colan was like no other artist of his generation. His ability to create dramatic, multi-valued tonal illustrations using straight India ink and board was unparalleled.

I have a paper, pencil, and ink sketch for a Mickey Mouse cartoon short entitled ‘Mickey’s Garden’ from 1935.

Look at the history of peace accords in Africa. They have a terrible record. They are shredded even before the ink on them is dry.

For me, graffiti means making marks on surfaces using just about anything, be it markers, spray, paint, chalk, lipstick, varnish, ink. Or it can be the result of scratches and incisions. The aim is to maintain the energy created by disturbance or excitement in the street.

Even after I got my divorce, the ink wasn’t even dry on the paper, and I said, ‘Ooh, the next time I become a wife, I got this thing down pat!’ I always believed that there was someone built for me.

When you’re getting a lot of press, a lot of ink, you start believing your own crap. You start reading what you say and think you look smart. Sometimes you need to be knocked down a notch.

I use a ball pen because fountain pens are clumsy, and I get ink all over my fingers by the time I finish with it.

Only government can take perfectly good paper, cover it with perfectly good ink and make the combination worthless.

I don’t see the world unless I see it in ink.

More than 700 years ago, the Song Dynasty artist Zheng Sixiao created perhaps the most beautiful image of orchids ever painted, ‘Ink Orchid.’ And still famous today is a thousand-year-old poem from the Tang Dynasty called ‘Orchid and Orange.’

I knew I wanted to be some kind of artist from about 12. I met a neighbour who drew cartoons, and I had an idea I wanted to be a cartoonist – or something that involved Indian ink, at any rate.

A lot of ink is given over to mythologizing female friendships as curious, fragile relationships that are always intensely fraught. Stop reading writing that encourages this mythology.

Advertising is the ability to sense, interpret… to put the very heart throbs of a business into type, paper and ink.

I use Pilot’s document ink, but their drawing ink is OK, too. It’s just that I don’t like the impression that clings to the pen tip.

Don’t think it, ink it.

I used to put black ink on the author’s name in a book and write my name instead to check how it would look there – such was my passion!

I work pretty quickly. I’d probably draw somebody once or twice in pencil, then just go to ink. Not really care too much about it, and it just kind of worked out.

I believe our flag is more than just cloth and ink. It is a universally recognized symbol that stands for liberty, and freedom. It is the history of our nation, and it’s marked by the blood of those who died defending it.

Even though I loved the Fifties doo-wop, you couldn’t hold on to it. You had to change, or you was gon’ be antique real quick, like the Ink Spots. And then we were at Motown and you had the Rolling Stones, simple rock & roll became the new thing.

I am tired, beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little ink drops, and posting it. And I scald alone, here, under the fire of the great moon.

If I lose the light of the sun, I will write by candlelight, moonlight, no light, If I lose paper and ink, I will write in blood on forgotten walls. I will write always. I will capture nights all over the world and bring them to you.

My books were always full of ink blots, always stained and covered with smeared sketches and pictures, which one draws idly when his attention wanders from his task.

How hard it is to make your thoughts look anything but imbecile fools when you paint them with ink on paper.

After I’d produced about two dozen pen and ink drawings, one evening I decided that they needed poems to accompany them. I still have no idea where that notion came from, but it took me about two hours to produce verses for these creatures.

I started out printing silk screen t-shirts. I sold ink pens. I worked construction. I worked at a gas station. I pumped gas. I was a mechanic for a little bit. I went into sewers, down into sewer lines. I had a lot of somewhat unpleasant gigs for a time there.

I have always preferred paper and ink to a computer screen and I still write most of my lyrics by hand.

The great enemy of clear language is insincerity. When there is a gap between one’s real and one’s declared aims, one turns, as it were, instinctively to long words and exhausted idioms, like a cuttlefish squirting out ink.

To say a poem is absolute is saying nothing, because an ink blot can be absolute. Yet you put into it what you like. So it becomes totally relative.

But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.

A recluse without books and ink is already in life a dead man.

The very ink with which history is written is merely fluid prejudice.

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.

I always get forwarded these weird pictures of people getting Kenny Powers tattoos. That’s probably the craziest thing I’ve ever seen: Somebody will ink my face on their body for eternity.

No pen, no ink, no table, no room, no time, no quiet, no inclination.

For several days after my first book was published, I carried it about in my pocket and took surreptitious peeps at it to make sure the ink had not faded.

The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible.

I love my paper and ink, but I see the benefits of the iPad and Apple Pencil.

Every guy should be the owner of a really nice pen. When you put your thoughts down, or whenever you’re going to share something with someone, it means something if it bleeds out in a nice ink.

In 1991, I co-founded my first start-up, Ink Development, which made software for an early tablet computer.

I live in a small world of gouache and brush and pen and ink. I’d like to explore the world of multiples – etching and prints.

The ability of the press to print their stories without the government trying to get them to betray their sources is as essential to a free press as the ink it is printed with. Otherwise, who will hold accountable those who hold power over us?

In my mind, numbers and words are far more than squiggles of ink on a page. They have form, color, texture and so on. They come alive to me, which is why as a young child I thought of them as my ‘friends.’

I am using soybean based ink, which is recyclable.

I’m the sort of person who doesn’t write in ink. I only write in pencil, so it can be rubbed out.

I went to a strict elementary school with nuns, and uniforms that I’m pretty sure were made out of sandpaper. It was an academic, sports-oriented place. I liked to read, and wanted to act, and didn’t try out for volleyball. I was weird. The other girls would dip my hair in ink and stuff.

I remember when the Bic pen was controversial. They came from France. They were cheap, and when one was out of ink, you threw it away; you didn’t dip it into more ink.

Nothing is more satisfying to me than sitting in a dank room, hunched over a single flickering candle like Ebenezer Scrooge, and watching my ledgers fill themselves with ink.

I love how me deciding to not continue doing ‘LA Ink’ turns into being ‘cancelled.’