Quotes About Antique

My buddy David Wells is a big motorcycle guy, so when I go visit him in San Diego, he takes me out on his bike. He's got some antique Indians. I never really rode during my career, because I was afraid I'd fall off and ruin my career.

I am never without my gavel, which I bought from an antique shop in Burford, in the Cotswolds.

Old guns rarely die, they just hang on walls.

Nevertheless, I drove right past my landmark, an antique store which looked to me like an ordinary house with junk piled on the front porch.

There's a design book I got years ago that had a statue of a dog with a bunch of hats on it, and I just obsessively fell in love with it. For years I searched for that dog. One day I walked into an antique shop in La Jolla and I found a white dog that I could put hats on!

I have a brass bed that's very 'Bedknobs and Broomsticks.' I got it on eBay. It's from the early 1900s.

I'm kind of a Luddite myself. I've got a bunch of typewriters at home. I'm a big fan of old technology.

The dust was antique spice, burnt maple leaves, a prickling blue that teemed and sifted to earth. Swarming its own shadows, the dust filtered over the tents.

Far away in the cool dim empty rooms of the big old house, a silver bell tinkled and faded.

It SMELLS ancient, - Dan Cahill

It looks ancient, - Amy Cahill

She was so old, she would have had to be dated by carbon 14.

Collectors are people with a tactical instinct; their experience teaches them that when they capture a strange city, the smallest antique shop can be a fortress, the most remote stationery store a key position. How many cities have revealed themselves to me in the marches I undertook in the pursuit of books!

As old as the hills.

The thing already looks like its best days were decades ago.

The one on the right had an occasional table beside it with an ashtray, a pipe and a very old hardback edition of Sense and Sensibility. I figured that had been his chair since he was eight years old, when he had his first pipe and got hooked on Jane Austen.

A world of ticking clocks and creaking floorboards.

The waitresses were talking in low tones, but not so low that she could not catch what they said. She casually recorded the relevant employee names and details in the squares of her crossword with an antique gold pencil. After a quarter of an hour, Constance contrived to knock the dish of clotted cream off her table.

That gimcrack little desk, probably sham antique Louis XIV. She had said something to him once about there being a secret drawer in it. Secret drawer! That would not fool the police long.

I'm obsessed with old rotary phones.

I love going into junk shops, picking up something that looks like it's got a bit of history to it, then sanding it down and reviving it.

My favourite finds are often antique pieces with a history.

In Paris in the late '40s, I started making my first reliefs. They are separate panels. I wanted to do something coming out of the wall, almost like a collage. I did a lot of white reliefs when I started because I liked antique reliefs, really old stuff.

I'm a little bit out of it, I suppose; I'm more of the golden oldie type.