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

Pen and ink is wit's plough

Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter.

The only thing I do is grab my pen and others fall in place.

I'll always be the yearning poet bleeding ink chasing stars drunk on dreams.

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