“Paper is to write things down that we need to remember. Our brains are used to think.”

“I needed paper. I couldn’t think without writing my thoughts down.”

“Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper,That we may record our emptiness.”

“At that moment we knew that as long as we used our brains, we were not victims. By striking out to write our own ticket, we would grow up to be like our mother, winners.”

“It is a sin to write this. It is a sin to think words no others think and to put them down upon a paper no others are to see. It is base and evil. It is as if we were speaking alone to no ears but our own. And we know well that there is no transgression blacker than to do or think alone. We have broken the laws. The laws say that men may not write unless the Council of Vocations bid them so. May we be forgiven!”

“I do not write to you, but of you,/because the paper that we write on/is our perishable skin.”