obsession

If you ever looked at me once with what I know is in you, I would be your slave.

You become what you think about all day long.

When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love.

Somewhere between love and hate lies confusion, misunderstanding and desperate hope.

I am obsessed with reading and writing.

Holding a precious book meant to Mendel what an assignment with a woman might to another man. These moments were his platonic nights of love. Books had power over him; money never did. Great collectors, including the founder of a collection in Princeton University Library, tried in vain to recruit him as an adviser and buyer for their libraries__akob Mendel declined; no one could imagine him anywhere but in the Café Gluck. Thirty-three years ago, when his beard was still soft and black and he had ringlets over his forehead, he had come from the east to Vienna, a crook-backed lad, to study for the rabbinate, but he had soon abandoned Jehovah the harsh One God to give himself up to idolatry in the form of the brilliant, thousand-fold polytheism of books. That was when he had first found his way to the Café Gluck, and gradually it became his workplace, his headquarters, his post office, his world. Like an astronomer alone in his observatory, studying myriads of stars every night through the tiny round lens of the telescope, observing their mysterious courses, their wandering multitude as they are extinguished and then appear again, so Jakob Mendel looked through his glasses out from that rectangular table into the other universe of books, also eternally circling and being reborn in that world above our own.

I think all males from Detroit have an obsession with cars.

There's never been a culture that wasn't obsessed with food. The sort of sad thing is that our obsession is no longer with food, but with the price of food.

Color is my day-long obsession, joy and torment.

I do not think that obsession is funny or that not being able to stop one's intensity is funny.

There are very few movies in English about romantic obsession told with a seriousness of purpose.

Women have this obsession with shoes.

I have this obsession with really cool, old books.

I wished, as it were, to procrastinate all that related to my feelings of affection until the great object, which swallowed up every habit of my nature, should be completed.

_Get me a cappuccino,with toasties,flavored in Jalapeno.___nything special for the cappuccino?__e asked, the waiter chivalrous.__ollow the ideal doing,grind the beans just before brewing.Use spring water,for softened water,makes a horror.A parley perfect,between the coffee,and the milk,with some, brown sugar thick._ (Poem: An apology of a coffee lunatic, Book: Ginger and Honey)

I seemed to have lost all soul or sensation but for this one pursuit.

Luc blinked innocently. That little fuck. "I gave you a piece of opal and a Luxen to nom-nom on.

It is in his obsessions that mankind most closely resembles his machines.