I like sweaters more than I own them. This is also true of cats, novel electronics, and elaborate costumes. I suppose it's true of books even though I do own a lot of them. I like cars just about as much as I own them and I don't have one.
It is no exaggeration to say that I'm inclined towards hyperbole. I'm probably more fond of contradictions than is good for me. I think most of formal reasoning is aesthetics, which doesn't make me enjoy it any less.