“The contents of someone's bookcase are part of his history, like an ancestral portrait." ( About Books; Recoiling, Rereading, Retelling , New York Times, February 22, 1987)” — Anatole Broyard Copy Share Image
“A good book is never exhausted. It goes on whispering to you from the wall. Books perfume and give weight to a room. A bookcase is as good as a view, as the sight of a city or a river.… — Anatole Broyard Copy Share Image
The more I like a book, the more reluctant I am to turn the page. Lovers, even book lovers, tend to cling. No one-night… — Anatole Broyard Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
It is one of the paradoxes of American literature that our writers are forever looking back with love and nostalgia at lives they couldn't… — Anatole Broyard Copy Share Image
“The contents of someone's bookcase are part of his history, like and ancestral portrait.” — Anatole Broyard Copy Share Image
A whole generation of writers dined out on the dialectic between original cultures and their culture by "progress. — Anatole Broyard Copy Share Image
“When we were in bed, the only part of me she touched was my penis, because it was the most detached.” — Anatole Broyard Copy Share Image
The contents of someone's bookcase are part of his history, like an ancestral portrait. — Anatole Broyard Copy Share Image
There is something about seeing real people on a stage that makes a bad play more intimately, more personally offensive than any other art… — Anatole Broyard Copy Share Image
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… — Anatole Broyard Copy Share Image
The tension between 'yes' and no', between 'I can' and 'I cannot,' makes us feel that, in so many instances, human life is an… — Anatole Broyard Copy Share Image
To choose a writer for a friend is like palling around with your cardiologist, who might be musing as you talk to him that… — Anatole Broyard Copy Share Image
