At this late hour a wagon has been procured, and I have had it filled with plate and the most valuable portable articles, belonging to the house.
I own things I like, but nothing inanimate that I treasure in a deeply consuming way.
I don't like to sell my finest pieces.
I have a memory of my mother kneeling in front of a cabinet in our home, tenderly cradling her wedding china. We never used the plates; she died in her 40s without ever letting herself enjoy these gorgeous pieces. I told myself that I would use my precious items.
A carrot is as close as a rabbit gets to a diamond.
Well, my parents were sort of packrats. They never threw anything away and, all through their time together, they stored away various things in a vault.
Antique things have an appreciation and worth. Something can be old, but it can be timeless; therefore, it becomes an antique. If this antique is preserved and deemed precious, it could be passed down as a family heirloom.
Everything I own has some significance to me.
Common men should esteem learning as silver, noble men prize it as gold, and princes as jewels.
I've got a lot of jewellery that I love - whether it costs a pound or whatever, it's all precious to me.
Borrow my umbrellas, my clothes, my money, and I will likely not think of them again. But borrow my books and I will be on your track like a bloodhound until they are returned.
I've never thought of my jewelry as trophies. I'm here to take care of it and to love it, for we are only temporary custodians of beauty.
Some men's memory is like a box where a man should mingle his jewels with his old shoes.
Lists only spell out the things that can be taken away from us by moths and rust and thieves. If something is valuable, don't put it in a list. Don't even say the words.
if only these treasures were not so fragile as they are precious and beautiful.
As a kid I collected stamps, pebbles on the beach, anything. I liked to have at least 10 of something.
Arca means 'box' or 'wooden' in very old Spanish. It's a ceremonial container where you store jewelry or valuables, an empty space that can become pregnant with whatever music or meaning I give to it.
Whenever I have bid a hasty goodbye to a loved one, I've always made sure that my record collection was safely stored away in the boot of the car.
Touch was important. The evening of the Third of July we would go around the neighborhood and look at the fireworks others had bought, taking them out of the brown paper sack and handling them cautiously as if they were precious stones. There was envy when we saw sacks with more in them than we had.
I used to collect knick-knacks, like wizards, trolls and little buddhas, and arrange them like precious things on a shelf.
It is always our treasure that the lightning strikes.
Every passion borders on the chaotic, but the collector's passion borders on the chaos of memories.
Don't step on my blue suede shoes.
