“The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible”

“A word is a bud attempting to become a twig. How can one not dream while writing? It is the pen which dreams. The blank page gives the right to dream.”

“Stillness is your essential nature. What is stillness? The inner space or awareness in which the words on this page are being perceived and become thoughts. Without that awareness, there would be no perception, no thoughts, no world.”

“… I am with fire between my teeth and still nothing but my blank page.”

“It would be too easy to say that I feel invisible. Instead, I feel painfully visible, and entirely ignored.”

“The page is long, blank, and full of truth. When I am through with it, it shall probably be long, full, and empty with words.”

“We were born as a blank page and we will die as a black page.”

“Hours later the blank sheet still stared at me, and I beat my fist against the desk in fury and fustration, striking it so hard my hand bled. That is how heavy a secret can become. It can make blood flow easier than ink.”

“A poem should improve on the blank page.”

“You can't edit a blank page”