A Quote by George Watsky

My heart is a colored pencil but my brain is an eraser — © George Watsky
My heart is a colored pencil but my brain is an eraser
On my desk, I always have a lemon or a lime drying. I love the fragrance. Also, a Staedtler eraser, a brush for the eraser and a pencil sharpener.
A pencil has eraser because it make mistake.
The best design tool is a long eraser with a pencil at one end.
To err is human, but when the eraser wears out ahead of the pencil, you're overdoing it.
All that Hubert needs over there is a gal to answer the phone and a pencil with an eraser on it.
A fool is someone whose pencil wears out before its eraser does.
I was given some designer colors for ink pens a long time ago and I haven't used them, and I have some handmade paper, and I just have the desire to drip on wet paper. It reminds me of when I was seven years old and had my tonsils out, and one of the first artworks I made was on toilet paper with a colored pencil; it was sort of half paint and half colored pencil. But I got very involved with color and absorption and I think, you know, 78 is a good time to go back to the beginning.
The average pencil is seven inches long, with just a half-inch eraser - in case you thought optimism was dead.
Anything that's popular gets made into a diet. Acai is no more of a diet than the eraser on your No. 2 pencil.
...as for helping me in the outside world, the Convent taught me only that if you spit on a pencil eraser, it will erase ink.
One day when I was studying with Schoenberg, he pointed out the eraser on his pencil and said, 'This end is more important than the other.' After twenty years I learned to write directly in ink.
I always tell people that my life is in pencil; I have to keep an eraser in my hand because I could always get a call that could change everything.
I have always tried...to lay before the colored race a cross section of it's own life, to view the colored heart from close range.
When I travel, I always take my Winsor & Newton watercolor kit, which is the size of a pack of cigarettes when folded up. I bought my first one in the 1980s. It was handy to bring on trips, and I packed it into a leather pouch along with a couple of brushes, a pencil, an eraser and paper.
My brain has no heart, and my heart has no brain. That's why when I speak my mind, I appear heartless and when I do what's in my heart I seem thoughtless.
Lying in bed would be an altogether perfect and supreme experience if only one had a colored pencil long enough to draw on the ceiling.
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