“Yes; I am a supercargo; pen, ink, and paper are my tools, and without my tools I am fit for nothing.”
“I have found that the tools for my trade- writing, are very basic: paper, a pen, time, food and perhaps a little tequila...”
“Get the paper quick, maybe it's there... I read the paper with my eyes (that's not mistake: My eyes are like a pen now, or a calculator, something you hold in your hands, something you feel is not you- a tool).”
“I am an artist, the difference between myself and other artists is that the ink pen is my brush and a notebook serves as my canvas”
“I am a galley slave to pen and ink.”
“I am not a woman, I am a thing. An object, a servant for their needs. Sex is a tool.”