collect

It's a nebulous thing, but it is my belief__y experience also__hat women do not have the need to collect that men have.

The missions were always changing- sometimes collecting jars of rain, paper bags of hiccups, adopting lost moonbeams and folding them into cake batter. Or perhaps investigating glittering slug trails left in the moonlight, finding the owners of abandoned buttons, or playing the sousaphone for caterpillars still in their cocoons.

For myself, I favored the abstract. I collected not just obsolete terms and words, but ideas.

What is a secret? It is much more than knowledge shared with only a few, or perhaps only one another. It is power. It is a bond. It is a sign of deep trust, or the darkest threat possible.... Be very chary of revealing your hoarded secrets. Many lose all power once they have been divulged. Be even more careful of sharing your secrets lest you find yourself a puppet dancing on someone else's strings.

I hate people who collect things and classify things and give them names and then forget all about them. That__ what people are always doing in art. They call a painter an impressionist or a cubist or something and then they put him in a drawer and don__ see him as a living individual painter any more.

She led the way. Eyeless sockets of the dead seemed to stare at them as they passed. "These are cool," Dan decided. "Maybe I could-""No, Dan," Amy said. "You can't collect human bones.""Awww.

Villainessa Tittel was a hired killer, an assassin by trade. She had enjoyed the best education and had been trained by assassins who had (until then at least) been considered the best in the business. She had turned to __leaning_ as an occupation because she really enjoyed endings more than beginnings _ and anyway, she didn__ need to know her mark__ entire pedigree or life__ story, or to have some kind of facetious moral justification just to collect her fee. Unsurprisingly, when she did read _ on those rare occasions _ her books were always dog-eared from the back.

What is a secret? It is much more than knowledge shared with only a few, or perhaps only one another. It is power. It is a bond. It is a sign of deep trust, or the darkest threat possible. There is power in the keeping of a secret, and power in the revelation of a secret. Sometimes it takes a very wise man to discern which is the path to greater power. All men desirous of power should become collectors of secrets. There is no secret too small to be valuable. All men value their own secrets far above those of others. A scullery maid may be willing to betray a prince before allowing the name of her secret lover to be told.

There are people like me!... That you are afraid of me!?... This is ain't a problem.. people like me collect money... you don't do something correctly or you aren't doing your job properly... I am here to punish ya.