“The letters from the ink in my pen are an absurd map of magic signs.”
“I'll call for pen and ink and write my mind”
“The hatchet must fall on the block; the oak must be cleft to the centre. The weight of the world is on my shoulders. Here is the pen and the paper; on the letters in the wire basket I sign my name, I, I, and again I.”
“I dip my pen in the blackest ink, because I'm not afraid of falling into my inkpot.”
“I am a galley slave to pen and ink.”
“Yes; I am a supercargo; pen, ink, and paper are my tools, and without my tools I am fit for nothing.”