I love the scrapbooks, I have a shelf of scrapbooks fans…

I love scrapbooks. They are one of the finest ways of dejunking life and abode... A good scrapbook is interesting and inspiring even to…

— Don Aslett

Blessed are the children of scrapbookers, for they shall inherit the scrapbooks.

— Anonymous

My albums really are like scrapbooks to me.

— Kris Kristofferson

“I'll tell you why I keep my scrapbooks. It's in case my real father shows up .I never met him, don't even know his…

— Joan Bauer

I've never told anyone this, in an effort to run from my past and disguise it, I got rid of all of the scrapbooks…

— Tim Gunn

Just as pieces stitched together in a quilt warm our bodies, Scrapbooks bind together memories to warm our Hearts!

— Anonymous

Sometimes I sit in my den at home and read stories about myself. Kids used to save whole scrapbooks on me. They get tired…

— Mickey Mantle

My novels tend to take a long time to become exactly what they're going to be. They're fluid messes until I've done a ton…

— Dennis Cooper

My father assigned me to keep his scrapbooks. At first I was interested in reading only his rave notices, but I got interested in…

— Dorothy Fields

I collect words and phrases and cut things out of newspapers and keep scrapbooks and write down ideas in my phone or 10,000 notebooks…

— Roisin Murphy

Dad always scrapbooked everything. There's piles of scrapbooks. You know, even when you were an amateur coming up on dirt bikes - if you'd…

— Travis Pastrana

I keep my scrapbooks in the car. When I come to a stoplight, I start looking through my past. Sometimes I wish the red…

— Garry Shandling

Neither men, nor gods, nor booksellers' shelves permit ordinary poets to exist. [Lat., Mediocribus esse poetis Non homines, non di, non concessere columnae.]

— Horace

The shelves of many evangelicals are full of books that point out the flaws in evolution, discuss it only as a theory, and almost…

— Francis Collins

Here Greek and Roman find themselves alive along these crowded shelves; and Shakespeare treads again his stage, and Chaucer paints anew his age.

— John Greenleaf Whittier