I started collecting quotes in school. My English teacher wanted a nice quote at the top of every essay we wrote. He would suggest a few but told us that we’d get extra marks if we found something unique and by a literary master. This was around the time the Internet existed but only in the homes of super rich people.
The rest of us had issues of Reader’s Digest and Wisdom and a few other magazines that we could dip into. So I did read them and wrote them down, I was amused at some of the quotes but they were not enough and were not as unique and witty as I wanted.
So I bought Compiled Quote books. I’d insist we visited atleast one book store and bought at least one quote book when we were visiting Madurai or Madras (Yes, when this city was still Madras). At around this time, it stopped being about marks in my English exams. Marks were never my priority.
The Quote collection became an obsession of its own. I marked the favourite ones, I wrote them down. A set of favourite quote masters formed within my mind. So when the oppurtunity to browse the Web finally came to me, I started to type “Oscar Wilde quotes” and “G.K.Chesterton quotes” on the search engine and had a go at it. The World Wide Web is a miracle. It really is.
Then came the problem of sorting them into categories. Not easy. I used MS Access, MS Excel and even XML to sort them into neat categories. And then life took over and the collection of approximately 5000 quotes lay forgotten for years.
As I go through inspiring quotes on Pinterest these days, I find that so much importance is given to the glittery ink and calligraphy flourishes that lines that don’t have any inherent unique character to them find their way to the feed. So I checked out my collection again and found that I still loved it. Every single bit of it