Every passion borders on the chaotic, but the collector's passion borders on the chaos of memories.
For what else is this collection but a disorder to which habit has accommodated itself to such an extent that it can appear as order?
...the acquisition of an old book is its rebirth.
To a book collector, you see, the true freedom of all books is somewhere on his shelves.
Make your own order of my chaos of quotation, my poaching of words.