To call that writing, madam, is an insult to quills and ink across the world.
You can't be a proper writer without a touch of madness, can you?
Sometimes when I'm dancing and don't put in enough hairspray, I wind up looking like a... what's the animal with needles? Porcupine.
The thought hath good leggs, and the quill a good tongue.
He touch'd the tender stops of various quills, With eager thought warbling his Doric lay.
How d’you spell ‘belligerent’?” said Ron, shaking his quill very hard while staring at his parchment. “It can’t be B — U — M —” “No, it isn’t,” said Hermione. “And ‘augury’ doesn’t begin O — R — G either.
Some battles are won with swords and spears, others with quills and ravens.
The Deer don't dineWhen a Wolf's about,And the PorcupineSticks his quill-points out.
A witty writer is like a porcupine; his quill makes no distinction between friend and foe.
We're not very dangerous animals; we don't have a horn like a rhino or quills like a porcupine.
