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Is anything more pleasurable to the mind than unsullied paper? The studious comparisons and selection of “stock” in textures and colors of cards and paper?
Frank Lloyd Wright: An Autobiography (Petaluma, CA: Pomegranate Communications, Inc., 2005), 36.
The white page for me is like a ski slope; I go absolutely mad! I go mad in stationery stores. Just to see beautiful paper gives me a desire to write.
“The Artist as Musician,” in A Woman Speaks (Chicago: The Swallow Press, 1975), 219.
Inside this pencil crouch words that have never been written.
“The Unwritten,” in The Second Four Books of Poems (Port Townsend, WA: Copper Canyon Press, 1993), 250–51.
Wearing down seven number-two pencils is a good day’s work.
The Paris Review Interviews, vol. I (New York: Picador, 2006), 40.