Quotes About Collection

I remember my mom had a big collection of copies of Saturday Evening Post magazines, and that was really my introduction to those great illustrators.

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OMG, I have my 'Mamma Mia!' playbill framed in my bedroom. It was magical! I totally cried... a lot! I remember collecting playbills my entire life, and then to be in one... I have no words.

I really wanted, when I was a little, little kid, I wanted to collect rocks. I don't know why. I didn't know nothin' about them. I just liked to pick them up and keep em.

I own a lot of novelty knitwear and I think some of it's quite fun.

I was a comic book nut. For real. I still have a collection in my closet.

I'm constantly falling in love with objects, and they follow me around the world.

I collect a lot of cursed objects. That's probably why I have a lot of problems.

I don't only collect Nazi stuff; I collect objects from all the Axis countries.

Now I am obsessed with collecting Platypus paraphernalia.

I have a gajillion headbands - yellows, pinks, reds, blues. I'm obsessed.

I was obsessed with this idea that these things that you collect, they just say so much about who you are. I can't say it came from hard-nosed business analysis... It was just something I really want to see built.

I have a well-documented obsession with spoons.

I have about nine guitars in all, so obviously I'm into collecting.

I still have a piece of that root, put away in a box with my journal, my can of tobacco tags, the newspaper write-up when I got run over by the train, a photograph of me and Miss Love and Grandpa in the Pierce, my Ag College diploma from the University -- and the buckeye that Lightfoot gave me.

Some women have a weakness for shoes. i can go barefoot if necessary. I have a weakness for books.

the true collector's only home is his own museum.

Now that she knew credit cards were valuable, Baba Yaga began to collect as many of them as she could.

History is a collection of paper. A few fading recollections. After a while what is not written never happened.

an odd thing happens: The book begins collecting your memories. And forever after you have only to open that book to be back where you first read it. It will all come into your mind with the very first words: the sights you saw in that place, what it smelled like, the ice cream you ate while you were reading it … yes, books are like flypaper—memories cling to the printed page better than anything else." He

Lì i libri erano ammassati dappertutto. Non erano solo sugli scaffali come nelle altre case, no: da loro erano accatastati sotto i tavoli, sulle sedie, negli angoli più remoti. Ce n'erano in cucina e in bagno, sul televisore e nell'armadio; pile basse e pile alte. Grossi, piccoli, vecchi, nuovi... libri e ancora libri. Accoglievano Meggie sulla tavola apparecchiata per la colazione, invitanti; l'aiutavano a scacciare la noia... e qualche volta la mandavano lunga distesa per terra!

Any data you collect will probably leak, any data you retain will definitely leak, and we're putting data-collection capability into fucking lightbulbs now.

china plates she was carrying.

Everything remembered, everything thought, all awareness becomes base, frame, pedestal, lock and key of his ownership. Period, region, craft, previous owners - all, for the true collector, merge in each one of his possessions into a magical encyclopaedia whose quintessence is the fate of his object.