Quotes About Collection

Fashion is harder than the film industry. You have to constantly be able to crank out hit after hit after hit on demand and on a very tight calendar. I've come back, I've lost it, I've come back again. It's really as good as your last collection.

I collect words--they are sweets in the mouth of sound.

Colecciono palabras: son golosinas en la boca del sonido.

The two offices of memory are collection and distribution.

I can never leave a bookstore without buying a book. I read four or five at a time.

I perfectly understand the obsession with shoes. I myself am pretty obsessed. I have a few hundred pairs of shoes in general, because I've been collecting shoes for a long time.

I don't listen to music, actually. Obviously I go to clubs; I stand in elevators; a lot of my friends are musicians; I hear music all the time. But I don't have my own collection of music.

I have a knife collection. I have my favourite black knife with me all the time. It's a switchblade. It relaxes me to flick it. I close it and open it.

I have tons of sunglasses. My husband won't let me buy another pair because I lose them all the time.

Ellas esperan. Se visten para nada. Se contemplan. En la penumbra de esas quintas que se contemplan para más tarde, creen vivir una novela, ya tienen amplios roperos llenos de vestidos con los que no saben qué hacer, coleccionados con el tiempo, la larga sucesión de días de espera.

Dans l'ombre de ces villas, elles se regardent pour plus tard, elles croient vivre un roman, elles ont déjà les longues penderies pleines de robes à ne savoir qu'en faire, collectionnées comme le temps, la longue suite des jours d'attente.

anyone expecting injustice does not keep a collection of injustices.

Over the years I have collected so many books that, in aggregate, they can fairly be called a library.I don't know what percentage of them I have read. Increasingly I wonder how many of them I ever will read. This has done nothing to dampen my pleasure in acquiring more books.

He would pick up eggshells, a bird's wing, a jawbone, the ashy fragment of a wasp's nest. He would peer at each of them with the most absolute attention, and then put them in his pockets, where he kept his jackknife and his loose change. He would peer at them as if he could read them, and pocket them as if he could own them. This is death in my hand, this is ruin in my breast pocket, where I keep my reading glasses.

qué te ha servido este pequeño refugio de libros, grabados, discos, todas estas cosas bellas, refinadas, sutiles, inteligentes, coleccionadas con tanto afán creyendo que en este minúsculo espacio de civilización estarías defendido contra la incultura, la frivolidad, la estupidez y el vacío?».

I've assembled a pretty good collection of mid-'70s New York punk classics on tape: Dead Boys, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Heartbreakers, Ramones, Television and so on

Books are educational; so you can buy as many as you want. Sophie Kinsella, shopping at the Limelight Marketplace

What is it about shoes? I mean, I like most kind of clothes, but a fabulous pair of shoes can just reduce me to jelly. Sometimes, when no-one else is at home, I open my wardrobe and just stare at all my pairs of shoes, like some mad collector. And once I lined them all up on my bed and took a photograph of them. Which might seem a bit weird, but I thought, I've got loads of photos of people I don't really like, so why not take one of something I love?

What is it about shoes? I mean, I like most kinds of clothes, but a good pair of shoes can just reduce me to jelly. Sometimes, when Suze isn't at home, I open my wardrobe and just stare at all my pairs of shoes, like some mad collector. And once I lined them all up on my bed and took a photograph of them. Which might seem a bit weird—but I thought, I've got loads of photos of people I don't really like, so why not take one of something I really love?

catalogue raisonné

Ellen looked around the room with an odd expression, for the first few seconds not taking in the collection spread across the tables, but just taking in the library: the smell of ink and foxy paper and old wood, the green view of the river beyond the leaded casement window propped open just an inch. As if she loved it, but was a little scared to be there.

So the little girl collected feeling like a cistern collects the rain, and when she held too much, she pulled it out and sealed it in beautiful vessels.

It was a deep green felt that held one thousand slips of paper, numbered 001 to 999.

You know, I've got 1,000 candles in a closet in my home in Atlanta, and I suppose that is excessive. But I'll tell you what: it's the best-smelling closet you've ever been in in your life.