Pen and ink is wit's plough

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

I keep drinking the ink from my pen, and I'm balancing history books up on my head, but it all boils down to one quotable frase; if you love something, give it away!

When the ink runs dry, you're most likely writing at the wrong angle.

the caress of each word becoming        
         one 
  with the page
twisting 
         beneath the touch of the pen
                     forming 
a trail of permanent kisses
                  until they reach 
me

Let the pen and ink be wholly forbidden as if he were a mad poet of Bedlam.