#collection

And yet it was also true that the tumor could not be removed by our doctor, and as a result of that a strange medication had been given him that enabled my brother to become even more of an enigma than he was before, and as a result of that there came to exist not only the machine and the inertia that came with it, but a change of perspective among the townsfolk that was a result of their interactions with the various phases of my brother. And so it was that when the flood began to rear its terrible head, not only was there the inertia that we all had to deal with, but a sense of the sublime that we had begun to feel for the waters which had roared upon the horizon. ↗

— Justin Dobbs

#fiction #fiction-writing #short-story #short-story-collection #change

I am the foremost collector of velvet Elvii in the city of Chicago," I said at once. "Elvii?" Marcone inquired. "The plural would be Elvises, I guess," I said. "But if I say that too often, I start muttering to myself and calling things 'my precious,' so I usually go with the Latin plural. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#art-collection #elvis #gollum #lord-of-the-rings #art

Mistakes are painful when they happen, but years later a collection of mistakes is what is called experience. ↗

— Denis Waitley

#collection #experience #happen #later #mistakes

John Armato, a Public relations executive, cherishes his growing Library of Candidates. When people ask him if he's actually read all those books, he asks them if they've actually eaten all the food in their kitchen. "It is good to put up a supply of books; it increases the odds that you'll have what you want when you're hungry for it," he says ↗

— Steve Leveen

#collection #library #reading #food

To build up a library is to create a life. It's never just a random collection of books. ↗

— Carlos María Domínguez

#bibliophiila #book-collecting #books #collection #libraries

When I was seventeen I found a man, or maybe he found me. Away from home for the first time, out of reach of my father’s archaic restrictions and my mother’s culinary insistence, I cut off my hair, dropped my Christian name, wore black and toyed with anorexia, passing incognito among the city workers, just another ant in that vast heap. ↗

— Nell Grey

#objects-of-desire #short-story-collection #solstice #home

Each of us carries within himself a collection of instant insults. ↗

— Haim Ginott

#collection #each #himself #instant #insults

I think it is all a matter of love; the more you love a memory the stronger and stranger it becomes ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

#love #memory #recollection #remembrance #love