Broyard Portrait Quotes & Sayings

I grew up with music very much in my life. I achieved success by combining my training as an accountant with my family upbringing and love of music. — Zarin Mehta

My nana was an actress, my mom was an actress, and my sister, too. So because I was surrounded by it, it really came naturally. — Chris Pine

Ethiopia's government is doing a commendable job of working closely with donors and humanitarian organizations to educate parents about child marriage, and to support organizations like the Hamlin Fistula Hospital. — Helene D. Gayle

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. There are dawns and sunsets in books - storms, fogs, zephyrs.
I read about a family whose apartment consists of a series of spaces so strictly planned that they are obliged to give away their books as soon as they've read them. I think they have misunderstood the way books work.
Reading a book is only the first step in the relationship. After you've finished it, the book enters on its real career. It stand there as a badge, a blackmailer, a monument, a scar. It's both a flaw in the room, like a crack in the plaster, and a decoration. The contents of someone's bookcase are part of his history, like an ancestral portrait.
- in "About books; recoiling, rereading, retelling", The New York Times, February 22, 1987 — Anatole Broyard

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

What you do, what each of us does, has an effect on the country, the state, the nation, and the world. — Hubert H. Humphrey

When the yearning for living ends, there can be no more birth. — Sathya Sai Baba

Well, yeah, but I probably wasn't as open about my desperation. — Edie Falco

But ... you're still getting married?" Grover sounded hurt. "Who's the bride?" Ploypemus looked toward the boiling pot. Clarisse made a strangled sound. "Oh, no! You can't be serious. I'm not- — Rick Riordan