Notebooks Quotes

I’ve been writing in notebooks for 40 years or so.

I’ve already got notebooks full of ideas for new music, so I’m gonna kind of nurture that just like I do all of my ideas and perfect it until it’s ready and then I’ll just let it go.

I go through all of my old notebooks, and I put an X on every page when everything has been entered into the computer, and sometimes that takes 15 years. But eventually the notebooks are full of X’s, and they’re no good to me anymore.

I can’t predict how reading habits will change. But I will say that the greatest loss is the paper archive – no more a great stack of manuscripts, letters, and notebooks from a writer’s life, but only a tiny pile of disks, little plastic cookies where once were calligraphic marvels.

I like to believe that I don’t think of myself as a writer. I am an amateur. Back when I was teaching, I wrote when I could. Weekends were good typewriter time. Now, it’s whenever I feel there’s something to be put on paper. I don’t care what time it is, though I always write in the notebooks at night.

Every student should be able to start the school year with the supplies they need, and shouldn’t feel left out if their family is unable to afford a new backpack, notebooks, and pencils.

I remember I used to go school with guys who couldn’t afford notebooks, pens, paper: the necessary tools needed in order to survive in school. It’s a lot of kids in Gary who are at a disadvantage without that.

Sunday is a likely day to write a poem. Because poetry is a piece of language flying around: you‘ll find notebooks, something on your phone. It’s about finding them and getting them off that crumpled piece of paper and onto my computer.

I started writing an album on flights to Africa and Brazil, but it was crazy because I left the notebook on the plane. It had seven or eight songs in it. After that, I’m not writing any more songs on notebooks – and I keep my Blackberry close!

I had already done a lot of research for Rough Riders, keeping notebooks and old photographs. Some of the books were antiques for that time period, with the covers falling off.

Like so many aspiring writers who still have boxes of things they’ve written in their parents‘ houses, I filled notebooks with half-finished poems and stories and first paragraphs of novels that never got written.

I kept notebooks as a kid, and they were important to me.

I am always looking for material – whether for my notebooks or for Twitter or Instagram – which means I’m looking for meaning.

My comedy notebooks are filled with random journal entries. It’s all the same. I can look back on old joke notebooks, and know exactly what was going on in my life.

I don’t take notes. I don’t have any notebooks. I keep on trying to do that because it seems like a very writerly thing to do, but my mind doesn’t work that way. I tend to get the idea for a novel in a big splash.

I have a penchant for fresh notebooks and mechanical pencils. It seems every time I go to the store, I buy a new notebook. I have dozens of them just sitting around.

I always have Moleskine notebooks on my desk. I am a big journaler. Every day I write down where I went, who I spoke to and what it was all about. Richard Branson told me to do that.

I was my mom‘s oldest child, so she was like, watching closely and taking notes, like, ‘Okay, this is what she gravitates towards,’ and she gave me all the tools to keep me focused. I liked to write; she got me notebooks. I wanted to draw; she got me sketch books and crayons and coloured pencils.

Insights don’t usually arrive at my desk, but go into notebooks when I’m on the move. Or half-asleep.

Gaming notebooks aren’t that abundant. Not that many gamers are able to play on notebooks.

I have kept journals at different times in my life. And a lot of my early notebooks became places where I would just think on the page, trying to parse what I was feeling, to find out what I was thinking.

When I was still in prep school – 14, 15 – I started keeping notebooks, journals. I started writing, almost like landscape drawing or life drawing. I never kept a diary, I never wrote about my day and what happened to me, but I described things.

My garage/office is strewn with Post-its, cards, folders, notebooks, yoga mats and multicoloured pens, all purchased in a quest to unlock a magic way of working that will ensure my ascension to next-level creativity.

I established my first writing routine when I was 13. The school year had just ended, and I’d won a stack of books for being the best student in a number of subjects. The pile included several 60-leaved notebooks that I decided to fill with short stories.

For years and hundreds of thousands of miles, I drove with one knee, with the eight-track and the light dome on in the car, and a yellow pad, just writing down random ideas. I had notebooks and notebooks. The next morning, I’d go, ‘Whoa, what was I thinking?’ But there’d be one or two ideas that weren’t that bad.

I’ve been slightly obsessed with paper and notebooks. Among my most precious possessions is a small light-blue, breviary-sized volume – four-and-a-half inches wide, seven inches tall – made by a company called Denbigh.

I am such a rewriter; I have so many notebooks filled with drafts you wouldn’t believe.

Where past generations had film cameras, scrapbooks, notebooks, and that part of the brain which stores memories, we now have a smartphone app for every conceivable recording need.

When you write non-fiction, you sit down at your desk with a pile of notebooks, newspaper clippings, and books and you research and put a book together the way you would a jigsaw puzzle.

Ever since I was a girl, I have written about one to five pages every day – on napkins, on scrap paper, in notebooks and tablets, on the walls in my room as a teenager, and in orange paint on the cheap white plastic blinds in my room.

As an introverted kid who lived in the middle of nowhere, my stories made up the whole of my social life. That meant that while other kids cultivated hobbies like skateboarding or playing the piano, I sat at home scribbling in notebooks.

I work fitfully, in hope rather than in expectation, invent methods which last a week, and fill notebooks with tiny, illegible writing which often defies my own attempts to decipher it.

I can’t tell you how much money I waste on plaid shirts, whisky that I hate the taste of, and Moleskine notebooks that I never write in.

While I love walking past those beautifully lit bookstores in my neighborhood, what I mostly buy there are blank notebooks and last-minute presents for children‘s birthdays.

I was filling entire school notebooks with stories by Grade 3. Of course, they were double-spaced, and the handwriting was huge.