Quotes from Sheridan Hay

Ageing is a process of exchanging hope for insight

Books aren't lumps of paper, but minds on shelves.

I didn't know then that this was how deep emotion most often comes, from opposite directions and at once, when you are least aware and farthest from yourself.

I loved the city. We were anonymous, and even then I had the sense that cities were yielding; that they moved over and made room.

The books housed in one's first adult bookshelf are the geological bed of who we wish to become

nothing is ever what you imagine, is it?

Remember, a book is always a gift.

I drink to not giving a damn . . .

Liberation was in the very scale of the city: a goldfish bowl one could never grow to fit.

He wanted to limit me to his own investigation of who I was . . .

Art opens the fishiest eye . . .

Ageing is a process of exchanging hope for insight

The Arcade, and now Peabody's, combined to tell me that there was life in objects, in books. It was all about having eyes to see the true meaning of things. As Pike proved daily, books held a kind of magic, an apparent as well as a hidden value.

I read Borges, Jorge Luis Borges. He think he too good for me, but I love him . . . he was a blind man who see better than anyone

Don't be a martyr to your imagination.

I knew books to be objects that loved to cluster and form disordered piles, but here books seemed robbed of their zany capacity to fall about, to conspire. In the library, books behaved themselves.

It was ugly, but then ugly objects as a general rule are the bravest.

Loneliness is good practice for eternity.

La mejor manera de emplear tu tiempo es separarte de todo, y en la soledad de tu habitación, observar el caleidoscopio de este mundo desconocido.

Reality is as thin as paper, girl, and as easily torn.

Al fin y al cabo, yo era una página casi en blanco, tenía muy poco con qué impresionar.

Unlikely things are often true . . .

drunk on research, exhilarated by arcane details

They were oddities, marginal and not exactly respectable. For her part, Chaps was too well read to be considered entirely proper. Books had made her unreasonably independent.