You're constantly trying to make sense of the world around you, and for you to do so, things need to be organized. You can't order the world yourself, but at the very least, you can choose a certain sort of thing and catalog all its variations. However, you have yet to fixate on collecting one particular item for more than a few months — if it looks like you're not getting the answers you want, it's time to move on. As a result, you're always moving from one obsession to another, be it insects, quarters, oddly-shaped oak leaves, human left hands, or whatever.
— The Collector, Vampire: The Masquerade — Clanbook: Malkavian (Revised)
Ennesby: Captain, I've been surfing H-bay's "I want it" list. Guess what I found?
Tagon: Some eccentric wacko wants something really creepy and weird, and is willing to pay a small fortune for it?
[Beat Panel]
Ennesby: It's no fair if you guess it by using wildcards.
Tagon: Some eccentric wacko wants something really creepy and weird, and is willing to pay a small fortune for it?
[Beat Panel]
Ennesby: It's no fair if you guess it by using wildcards.
Eliza Dunwidge was as much a collector as a dealer — perhaps even more the former than the latter. This was not uncommon in the book trade, particularly sellers of her stripe, yet Eliza's collecting was both selective and obsessive, and involved some very foul books indeed. Maggs had located a handful of such books for her and been well rewarded for his troubles, but whatever he dug up, she demanded more: darker, viler, rarer, each more transgressive than the last.
— The Fractured Atlas: Five Fragments, by John Connolly
Trazyn is a preserver of histories, artefacts and events. The vast and numberless vaults burrowed through the Tomb World of Solemnace are crowded with technologies so rare and sublime that any Adeptus Mechanicus Tech-priest would give the life of several close colleagues just to know that they existed. The sunken chambers of the galleries are crowded with artefacts of all forms: the fabled Wraithbone choir of the Eldar Altansar Craftworld, the preserved head of Sebastian Thor, the ossified husk of an Enslaver, and a giant of a man clad in baroque Power Armour, his face contorted in a permanent scream, to name but a few. It is a hoard ever growing, for history is always on the march, and Trazyn strives to keep pace. Alas, few worlds willingly give up the artefacts Trazyn seeks of them, selfishly clutching onto the few meaningful things of their civilisation rather than offering them up to be preserved through the ages. In such circumstances, Trazyn has little choice but to muster his armies and take them by force — if this results in the destruction of a city, a planet or an entire sector of the galaxy, so be it.
— Warhammer 40,000: Codex — Necrons (5th ed)
Konoha: ...Yes... ...It's a... bicycle... bell... isn't it?...
Ayame: That's right, that's right! This was the only thing that was on the ground!
[...]
Hazuki: But you know, don't you think that Ayame's habit of picking things up has escalated compared to before?
Konoha: I think it's an improvement that she's stopped picking up things like bug carcasses, don't you think?
Ayame: That's right, that's right! This was the only thing that was on the ground!
[...]
Hazuki: But you know, don't you think that Ayame's habit of picking things up has escalated compared to before?
Konoha: I think it's an improvement that she's stopped picking up things like bug carcasses, don't you think?
— Magia Record: Puella Magi Madoka Magica Side Story, And So The Azalea Blooms event
"Too many clocks means too much timekeeping. That way lies madness. Endless weight and pendulum adjustment. Ticks sliding in and out of phase with each other. Eventually you start talking to your clocks. Eventually they start talking back."
— Brun Khoury on clock collections, Questionable Content, #3944
Near it was a big jar with a bearded, shaggy, fairly well-preserved human head in it; the head turned to watch him as he went by.
"That is Blackbeard the Pirate's head," Midnite said, with simple pride of ownership.
There were human hands cut off at the wrist, with candles tipping their upthrust fingers — no ordinary voodoo artifact, they would be the hands of someone famous, some person of power. There was a jar full of what appeared to be miniature people, dancing around hysterically; there were several mummies, sarcophagi, a box of relics from assorted Muslim saints, and...
A set of Archie jam jar glasses. Constantine carefully lifted one up. "A full set?" he asked.
"No," Midnite said, with regret. "No Jughead. I've tried eBay. All the stores. No luck."
"That is Blackbeard the Pirate's head," Midnite said, with simple pride of ownership.
There were human hands cut off at the wrist, with candles tipping their upthrust fingers — no ordinary voodoo artifact, they would be the hands of someone famous, some person of power. There was a jar full of what appeared to be miniature people, dancing around hysterically; there were several mummies, sarcophagi, a box of relics from assorted Muslim saints, and...
A set of Archie jam jar glasses. Constantine carefully lifted one up. "A full set?" he asked.
"No," Midnite said, with regret. "No Jughead. I've tried eBay. All the stores. No luck."
— Constantine: The Novelization
"I have lived in this canal for ten centuries. Everything that enters it is mine. I have swords and crowns. I have popes and saints. I have kings and queens. I have brides on their wedding day and children on Christmas. I have the Holy Lance and the noose that hung Judas. I have every lost thing."
— The Grand Canal Dragon, The Magician King
"I collect exotic poo — oh, I have quite a big selection. I want the world to see how amazing poo can be! Please, climb aboard my poo museum, I'll show you my collection!"
— Hector Gloop, Poo At The Zoo
"Arthur keeps beans."
— Francine Frensky, Arthur, "Arthur, World's Greatest Gleeper"
"I've got gadgets and gizmos aplenty
I've got whozits and whatzits galore
You want thingamabobs?
I've got twenty!"
I've got whozits and whatzits galore
You want thingamabobs?
I've got twenty!"
— Ariel, The Little Mermaid (1989)
On Monday, I went to school because that's what we did back then.
And I'm walking into the school building and who do I see, but Jake MacNimara
and he says to me "hey, were you at my party on Saturday?"
and I said "no", you know, like a liar.
And he said "things got really out of hand, someone broke the pool table, someone took a shit on my dad's computer"
"But the worse thing", he says, "the worse thing is that someone stole these old antique photos of my grandmother, and my parents are freaking out about it."
And I had that thought, that only black out drunks and Steve Urkel can have, did-did I do that?
I figured no, I wouldn't have done that, but I was never sure until, 2 years later.
Relax.
I'm playing video games with this kid named Alex that we also went to high school with 2 years later, we've graduated by now.
We're playing video games for a couple hours and then Alex says to me, "Hey, come here. I want to show you something."
And then he takes me into his bedroom, and then he takes me into a side room off of his bedroom.
Never a good thing to have.
He shows me a tiny room that is covered wall to wall in stolen antique photos from different people's parties over the years.
And I said "why? why do you do this?"
And Alex said, "because it's the one thing you can't replace."
And I'm walking into the school building and who do I see, but Jake MacNimara
and he says to me "hey, were you at my party on Saturday?"
and I said "no", you know, like a liar.
And he said "things got really out of hand, someone broke the pool table, someone took a shit on my dad's computer"
"But the worse thing", he says, "the worse thing is that someone stole these old antique photos of my grandmother, and my parents are freaking out about it."
And I had that thought, that only black out drunks and Steve Urkel can have, did-did I do that?
I figured no, I wouldn't have done that, but I was never sure until, 2 years later.
Relax.
I'm playing video games with this kid named Alex that we also went to high school with 2 years later, we've graduated by now.
We're playing video games for a couple hours and then Alex says to me, "Hey, come here. I want to show you something."
And then he takes me into his bedroom, and then he takes me into a side room off of his bedroom.
Never a good thing to have.
He shows me a tiny room that is covered wall to wall in stolen antique photos from different people's parties over the years.
And I said "why? why do you do this?"
And Alex said, "because it's the one thing you can't replace."
