Heavy thoughts about pens

<--Image of hi-tech-c pens to give joy to the hi-tech-c lovers (hi Marie)

It's funny how, with all the convenience of computers--the dreadful simplicity of having neatly arranged documents and little blips on a flash disk, there is something about writing with the trusty hand that still is the cats pajamas.
It's those pen-people that make pen and paper so much fun.
The people that can actually seriously rejoice when they see you holding a pen that they deem "a good pen". The people that actually like you THAT much more when you have "good pen taste". The people whose pens look so ordinary, but who can actually tell you which pen is for what purpose and where they acquired it and for how much (usually a pretty nutty sum) and why they like the particular thickness/thinness of that pen and what its brand is and how surprised they were that that brand came up with a good pen.
This post is in honor of the pen-people. You know who you are.

I dip my pen in the blackest ink, because I'm not afraid of falling into my inkpot. --Ralph Waldo Emerson

I have fears that I may cease to be before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain. --John Keats

Dancing in all its forms cannot be excluded from the curriculum of all noble education; dancing with the feet, with ideas, with words, and need I add that one must also be able to dance with the pen?--Friedrich Nietzsche

I bought a seven dollar pen because I always lose pens and got sick of not caring. --Mitch Hedberg

The pen is mightier than the sword, and considerably easier to write with. --Marty Feldman