Book collecting is an obsession, an occupation, a disease, an addiction, a fascination, an absurdity, a fate. It is not a hobby. Those who do it must do it. Those who do not do it, think of it as a cousin of stamp collecting, a sister of the trophy cabinet, bastard of a sound bank account and a weak mind.
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Jeanette Winterson (via tacit-delinquency) A fate. (via angieville) |
Once a little boy sent me a charming card with a little drawing on it. I loved it. I answer all my children’s letters — sometimes very hastily — but this one I lingered over. I sent him a card and I drew a picture of a Wild Thing on it. I wrote, “Dear Jim: I loved your card.” Then I got a letter back from his mother and she said, “Jim loved your card so much he ate it.” That to me was one of the highest compliments I’ve ever received. He didn’t care that it was an original Maurice Sendak drawing or anything. He saw it, he loved it, he ate it.
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Maurice Sendak (via bobulate) Best thing I’ve read all day. (via angieville) |
I realize that long hours of reading are not for every one but I have never ceased to be grateful that they are for me.
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| — | Victor P. Hass, Leaves from a Bookman’s Notebook (via bibliofila) |
