“My tongue, not my pen, is my instrument.”

“My pen in this, my sword in that hand hold.”

“My two fingers on a typewriter have never connected with my brain. My hand on a pen does. A fountain pen, of course. Ball-point pens are only good for filling out forms on a plane.”

“Now everything is clear.
I admit my defeat. The tongue
of my ravings in my ear
is the tongue of a stranger.”

“Art is my language, pens and brushes are my armor.”

“My pen.’ Funny, I wrote that without noticing. ‘The torch’, ‘the paper’, but ‘my pen’. That shows what writing means to me, I guess. My pen is a pipe from my heart to the paper. It’s about the most important thing I own.”

“My bursting heart must find vent at my pen.”

“I used my self, my body [in his art] as an instrument.... not only my body but also my spirit.... as an instrument to research something.”

“I sit in my tree
I sing like the birds
My beak is my pen
My songs are my poems.”

“My birthplace is Jam, and my pen
Has drunk from (knowledge of) Sheikh-ul-Islam Ahmad Jam,
Hence in the books of poetry
My pen nam is Jami for these two reasons.”