“The contents of someone’s bookcase are part of his history, like an ancestral portrait.”
– Anatole Broyard
(This makes me glad that I am a compulsive book buyer – imagine if you didn’t have a bookcase in your house, let alone shelves of marvellous books? Would this mean that you didn’t have a history, that your portrait was just a bare sketch? Must better to fill your history with rich, word-laden pages to paint a wonderful image of yourself, your inner imagination. Silly thoughts.)