The contents of someone’s bookcase are part of his history, like an ancestral portrait. — Anatole Broyard
The epic implications of being human end in more than this: we start our lives as if they — Anatole Broyard
When friends stop being frank and useful to each other, the whole world loses some of its radiance. — Anatole Broyard
The more I like a book, the more slowly I read. This spontaneous talking back to a book — Anatole Broyard
The tension between “yes” and “no,” between “i can” and “i cannot,” makes us feel that — Anatole Broyard
Lapped in poetry, wrapped in the picturesque, armed with logical sentences and inalienable words. — Anatole Broyard
It is one of the paradoxes of american literature that our writers are forever looking — Anatole Broyard