The moment a book is lent I begin to miss it.
Paranoids are the only ones who notice things anymore. - Anatole Broyard
Paranoids are the only ones who notice things anymore.
- Anatole Broyard
The tension between 'yes' and no', between 'I can' and 'I cannot,' makes us feel that, in so many instances, human life is an interminable debate wit… - Anatole Broyard
The tension between 'yes' and no', between 'I can' and 'I cannot,' makes us feel that, in so many instances, human life is an interminable debate wit…
Travel is like adultery: one is always tempted to be unfaithful to one's own country. To have imagination is inevitably to be dissatisfied with where… - Anatole Broyard
Travel is like adultery: one is always tempted to be unfaithful to one's own country. To have imagination is inevitably to be dissatisfied with where…
A bookcase is as good as a view, as much of a panorama as the sight of a city or a river. There are dawns and sunsets in books - storms and zephyrs. - Anatole Broyard
A bookcase is as good as a view, as much of a panorama as the sight of a city or a river. There are dawns and sunsets in books - storms and zephyrs.
If a book is really good, it deserves to be read again, and if it's great, it should be read at least three times. - Anatole Broyard
If a book is really good, it deserves to be read again, and if it's great, it should be read at least three times.
There are few things more subtly distressing than an inappropriate gift from someone close to you. - Anatole Broyard
There are few things more subtly distressing than an inappropriate gift from someone close to you.
We are all tourists in history, and irony is what we win in wars. - Anatole Broyard
We are all tourists in history, and irony is what we win in wars.
The first divorce in the world may have been a tragedy, but the hundred-millionth is not necessarily one. - Anatole Broyard
The first divorce in the world may have been a tragedy, but the hundred-millionth is not necessarily one.
Rome was a poem pressed into service as a city. - Anatole Broyard
Rome was a poem pressed into service as a city.
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