Animals outline their territories with their excretions, humans outline their territories by ink excretions on paper.

And then another letter had come from Christopher, so devastating that Amelia wondered how mere scratches of ink on paper could rip someone's soul to shreds. She had wondered how she could feel so much pain and still survive.

All his life he tried to be a good person. Many times, however, he failed.
For after all, he was only human. He wasn't a dog.

The solipsism of the oh so egotistical human...when it comes to animals...it's disgusting!

I am probably exaggerating a little, but I owe my equilibrium to ink and paper.

When you give someone a book, you don’t give him just paper, ink, and glue. You give him the possibility of a whole new life.