I still draw a lot though. Ballpoint pen is my preferred medium.
When Reg died and we first looked into getting a new dog, I was adamant we should pick up a mongrel from an animal-rescue shelter. It's not only that they're usually healthier and have better temperaments, they also fit with my world view - I prefer a ballpoint to a fountain pen, a barber to a hair stylist, and camping over glamping.
Dan: Wouldn't you have some relic, an artifact, to remind you of your earlier life? Like this maybe.
[holding up bone tool]
John Oldman: Thrift shop. Really.
John Oldman: [lecturing now] If you lived a hundred, a thousand years, would you still have this?
[holds up ballpoint pen]
John Oldman:
What would cause you to keep it? As a memento to your beginnings, even if you didn't have a concept of beginnings? It would be gone. Lost. No. I don't have artifacts. Keep that.
[tosses the ballpoint pen to Harry]
Dan: Interesting. You could have lied about that.
John Oldman: [totally serious] Don't talk about me while I'm gone.
Sister James: How can you be so sure that he is lying?
Sister Aloysius Beauvier: Experience.
Sister James: You just don't like him! You don't like it that he uses a ballpoint pen. You don't like it that he takes 3 lumps of sugar in his tea. You don't like it that he likes Frosty the Snowman and you are letting that convince you? Of
something that's terrible... Just terrible...
Sister James: [Exasperated] Well, I like Frosty the Snowman!