Sheridan Hay Quotes & Sayings

Ageing is a process of exchanging hope for insight — Sheridan Hay

Bruno was a musician with the temperament of an anarchist and the breath of a bartender's dishrag. He gave the lie to bookselling as a genteel occupation. — Sheridan Hay

I knew books to be objects that loved to cluster and form disordered piles, but here books seemed robbed of their zany capacity to fall about, to conspire. In the library, books behaved themselves. — Sheridan Hay

I drink to not giving a damn . . . — Sheridan Hay

He ceiling is just a deep, dusty dome, like the inside of a skull. (Both are vaults, both repositories of knowledge.) — Sheridan Hay

Remember, a book is always a gift. — Sheridan Hay

Loneliness is good practice for eternity. — Sheridan Hay

Art opens the fishiest eye . . . — Sheridan Hay

I read Borges, Jorge Luis Borges. He think he too good for me, but I love him ... he was a blind man who see better than anyone — Sheridan Hay

Don't be a martyr to your imagination. — Sheridan Hay

nothing is ever what you imagine, is it? — Sheridan Hay

They were oddities, marginal and not exactly respectable. For her part, Chaps was too well read to be considered entirely proper. Books had made her unreasonably independent. — Sheridan Hay

I loved the city. We were anonymous, and even then I had the sense that cities were yielding; that they moved over and made room. — Sheridan Hay

The Arcade, and now Peabody's, combined to tell me that there was life in objects, in books. It was all about having eyes to see the true meaning of things. As Pike proved daily, books held a kind of magic, an apparent as well as a hidden value. — Sheridan Hay

Drunk on research, exhilarated by arcane details — Sheridan Hay

It was ugly, but then ugly objects as a general rule are the bravest. — Sheridan Hay

I didn't know then that this was how deep emotion most often comes, from opposite directions and at once, when you are least aware and farthest from yourself. — Sheridan Hay

Books aren't lumps of paper, but minds on shelves. — Sheridan Hay

...to be free is often to be lonely — Sheridan Hay

Unlikely things are often true . . . — Sheridan Hay

He wanted to limit me to his own investigation of who I was ... — Sheridan Hay

The books housed in one's first adult bookshelf are the geological bed of who we wish to become — Sheridan Hay

Liberation was in the very scale of the city: a goldfish bowl one could never grow to fit. — Sheridan Hay