Until a few months ago, I thought I was the most ill-read writer out there. The thousands of books I’ve read in the last 30 years or so have had significant quotes in them, either at the front of the book or at the beginning of each chapter. It has been slightly intimidating, so I barely glanced at them. That authors had the time to read all these writings by so many, mostly long-dead people and have had the wherewithal to apply quotes to their own works, frankly, overwhelmed me. Maybe these authors actually knew some of the quoted-ones. And, I presumed that publishers were looking for these well-read authors above all others. What chance did I have?!?!
Then, to my utter glee, I discovered that these authors weren’t such literary smarties after all. (To those of you who are, I apologize.) Nooooo, one day I came across a book of quotes that was categorized and delineated by feelings, thoughts, objects, subjects. You name it, there was a quote for it. I was redeemed! In a way those people were cheating, taking the easy way. Tsk, tsk, tsk.
Although I have had a book of quotes sitting in my writing bookcase for decades, I have never used it for quoting. I read it for the knowledge, common sense, and humor. Silly me.