In book-buying you not infrequently condone an extravagance by the reflection that this particular purchase will be a good investment, sordidly considered: that you are not squandering income but sinking capital. But you know all the time that you are lying.
Kenneth Grahame, ‘Non libri sed liberi’ (1894).
When Providence throws a good book in my way, I bow to its decree and purchase it as an act of piety, if it is reasonably or unreasonably cheap.
Oliver Wendell Holmes, The Poet at the Breakfast Table (1872).
What lovely quotes for a bibliomaniac to hold on to, in the attempt to justify one’s excessive/obsessive buying habits! I think I can very well see myself turning to these quotes (not infrequently) in the days and years ahead.
But really, which book lover can resist “a good book thrown in his/her way, if it is reasonably or unreasonably cheap”? That is how I ended up bringing home all those books in the stacks above, as new additions to the already out-of-control Mount TBR.
And this is only part of the entire loot (gasp!). Just in case you might want to know, these lovelies were all gotten from the best and biggest book sale in the world! All brand new books at an average cost RM8 each (less than USD3).
I think the biggest illusion of all though, whenever one buys a book, is aptly summed up by this:
It would be a good thing to buy books if one could also buy the time to read them; but one usually confuses the purchase of books with the acquisition of their contents.
Arthur Schopenhauer, ‘On books and writing’ (1851).
If only it were really so!