Books & bookshelves

I swung by Borders today, and noticed on the shelf a copy of Franz Kafka: Diaries 1910-1923. I didn't buy it; I already have a copy at home, which I flipped through, put aside, and never got back to.

I flipped through it again when I got home, and quite enjoyed this passage:

'Don't you want to join us?' I was recently asked by an acquaintance when he ran across me alone after midnight in a coffee-house that was already almost deserted. 'No, I don't,' I said.

On another note, it's rather pathetic that I go to bookstores now as much to be reminded of books I have and haven't read as to buy new ones...