Creating things. I love the idea of creation and creativity. Whether it's a character, a short film, a piece of music, a painting, or a bookcase - to watch something go from an idea to a creation is pretty much where it's at for me.
The prefect evening. . . lying down on the couch beside the bookcase and reading himself sleepy. . . Jim lying opposite him at the other end of the couch, also reading; the two of them absorbed in their books yet so completely aware of each other's presence.
So, please, oh please, we beg, we pray, go throw your TV set away, and in its place you can install, a lovely bookcase on the wall.
I found a Bill Evans record in the bookcase and was listening to it while drying my hair when I realized that it was the record I had played in Naoko's room on the night of her birthday, the night she cried and I took her in my arms. That had happened only six months earlier, but it felt like something from a much remoter past. Maybe it felt that way because I had thought about it so often-too often, to the point where it had distorted my sense of time.
A man's bookcase will tell you everything you'll ever need to know about him
I was always going to the bookcase for another sip of the divine specific.
When I was 20 I was immensely proud of the rows of grey-spined Penguin Modern Classics in my bookcase.
The contents of someone's bookcase are part of his history, like an ancestral portrait.
