I met, not long ago, a young man who aspired to become a novelist. Knowing that I was in the profession, he asked me to tell him how he should set to work to realise his ambition. I did my best to explain. “The first thing,” I said, “is to buy quite a lot of paper, a bottle of ink, and a pen. After that you merely have to write.”
– Aldous Huxley (1894-1963)
[Well, that sounds easy enough. It also explains my obsession with stationery.]
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I know exactly what you mean. I never have been able to resist a fresh, white, amazing sheet of paper.There is something thrilling and sensuous about it.