#collect

So now I have a collection of poetry by Aaron Neville and I give it to people I want to share it with. I'd like to publish it someday. ↗

— Aaron Neville

#collection #give #i #like #now

Evil is not to be traced back to the individual but to the collective behavior of humanity. ↗

— Reinhold Niebuhr

#behavior #collective #evil #humanity #individual

Whenever I have bid a hasty goodbye to a loved one, I've always made sure that my record collection was safely stored away in the boot of the car. ↗

— Robert Plant

#away #bid #boot #car #collection

Originally I planned on starting a teapot collection. I really like them. ↗

— Billy Dee Williams

#i #like #originally #planned #really

It was Noel Coward whose technique I envied and tried to emulate. I collected all his records and writing. ↗

— Kenneth Williams

#coward #emulate #envied #his #i

The chariot was purchased by a private collector who took it home to New York. I take pleasure in knowing that it was built to last for at least a thousand years. ↗

— Kit Williams

#chariot #collector #home #i #knowing

It is good to know what you are doing. The man with his pickled fish has set down one truth and has recorded in his experience many lies. The fish is not that color, that texture, that dead, nor does he smell that way. ↗

— John Steinbeck

#specimen-collection #experience

...and yet, though desirous to be gone, she could not quit the mansion-house, or look an adieu to the cottage, with its black, dripping and comfortless veranda, or even notice through the misty glasses the last humble tenements of the village, without a saddened heart. Scenes had passed in Uppercross which made it precious. It stood the record of many sensations of pain, once severe, but now softened; and of some instances of relenting feeling, some breathings of friendship and reconciliation, which could never be looked for again, and which could never cease to be dear. She left it all behind her, all but the recollection that such things had been. ↗

— Jane Austen

#feelings #going-away #memories #parting #recollections

Beth had been a middle school science teacher and Joni was a librarian and they both had collections of weird stuff they had found. Bizarre, misspelled letters written by lovelorn eighth graders. Obscene Polaroids left in between the pages of library books. They used to call each other on the phone to share their latest discovery, and Critter had always remained a little off to the side, never feeling quite as sharp or ironic as they were. Critter was an electrician, primarily home repair, and so he didn't usually come across anything except bad wiring and faulty lighting fixtures. ↗

— Dan Chaon

#collections #polaroids #home

It wasn't science and technology that cause a slow progress, but collective knowledge of the society and market demands. ↗

— Toba Beta

#demand #development #knowledge #life #market