#collection

There's not too much difference between writing a picture book and writing a collection of a hundred poems or so, except that the bigger books take a lot longer to do. ↗

— Jack Prelutsky

#bigger #book #books #collection #difference

The museum spreads its surfaces everywhere, and becomes an untitled collection of generalizations that mobilize the eye. ↗

— Robert Smithson

#collection #everywhere #eye #generalizations #mobilize

I feel naked without jewelry. If I'm having a bad hair day, I pick something from my huge collection of hats. ↗

— Olivia Thirlby

#collection #day #feel #hair #hats

The key to my collections is sensuality. ↗

— Sonia Rykiel

#key #sensuality

Truth is beauty ↗

— Lisi Harrison

#block #clique #crown #forgiveness #life

Visible Faith is an expression of my Christian faith which must be visible to be real! I gave the name to the collection of musicians who worked with me on the record. ↗

— Ken Hensley

#christian #christian faith #collection #expression #faith

Well, Detroit Institute is kind of a key - probably the largest permanent collection of puppets in the US. ↗

— Jim Henson

#detroit #institute #key #kind #largest

I could have just received royalty checks every month by lending my name to a collection, but I didn't want to do that. My name is a reflection of me. ↗

— Nicky Hilton

#collection #could #every #i #just

IN trying to recall my impressions during my short war duty as an officer in the Austrian Army, I find that my recollections of this period are very uneven and confused. ↗

— Fritz Kreisler

#austrian #confused #during #duty #find

Inside a wool jacket the man had made a pocket for the treasure and from time to time he would jiggle the pocket, just to make sure that it was still there. And when on the train he rode to work he would jiggle it there also, but he would disguise his jiggling of the treasure on the train by devising a distraction. For example, the man would pretend to be profoundly interested in something outside the train, such as the little girl who seemed to be jumping high up on a trampoline, just high enough so that she could spy the man on the train, and in this way he really did become quite interested in what occurred outside the train, although he would still jiggle the treasure, if only out of habit. Also on the train he'd do a crossword puzzle and check his watch by rolling up his sleeve; when he did so he almost fell asleep. Antoine often felt his life to be more tedious with this treasure, because in order not to be overly noticed he had deemed it wise to fall into as much a routine as possible and do everything as casually as possible, and so, as a consequence, despite the fact that he hated his wife and daughter, he didn't leave them, he came home to them every night and he ate the creamed chicken that his wife would prepare for him, he would accept the large, fleshy hand that would push him around while he sat around in his house in an attempt to read or watch the weather, he took out the trash, he got up on time every morning and took a quick, cold shower, he shaved, he accepted the cold eggs and orange juice and coffee, he picked the newspaper off the patio and took it inside with him to read her the top headlines, and of course he went to the job. ↗

— Justin Dobbs

#humor #mythology #mythology-fiction #short-story #short-story-collection