I’ve always written by hand. Mostly with a fountain pen, but sometimes with a pencil – especially for corrections.

People still think of me as a cartoonist, but the only thing I lift a pen or pencil for these days is to sign a contract, a check, or an autograph.

Farming looks mighty easy when your plow is a pencil and you’re a thousand miles from the corn field.

Great is the hand that holds dominion over man by a scribbled name.

I keep a hotel room in my town, although I have a large house. And I go there at about 5:30 in the morning, and I start working. And I don’t allow anybody to come in that room. I work on yellow pads and with ballpoint pens. I keep a Bible, a thesaurus, a dictionary, and a bottle of sherry. I stay there until midday.

The pencil of the Holy Ghost hath labored more in describing the afflictions of Job than the felicities of Solomon.

A #2 pencil and a dream can take you anywhere.

After ten years of word processing, I can’t even do hand writing anymore.