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Never love a wild thing, Mr. Bell,' Holly advised him. 'That was Doc's mistake. He was always lugging home wild things. A hawk with a hurt wing. One time it was a full-grown bobcat with a broken leg. But you can't give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they're strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That's how you'll end up, Mr. Bell. If you let yours..
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You call yourself a free spirit, a "wild thing," and you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself."
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It may be normal, darling; but I'd rather be natural.
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The answer is good things only happen to you if you're good. Good? Honest is more what I mean... Be anything but a coward, a pretender, an emotional crook, a whore: I'd rather have cancer than a dishonest heart.
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Anyone who ever gave you confidence, you owe them a lot.
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I don't want to own anything until I find a place where me and things go together.
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Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring.
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seasons
spring
beginning
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The village of Holcomb stands on the high wheat plains of western Kansas, a lonesome area that other Kansans call "out there."
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More tears are shed over answered prayers than unanswered ones.
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It's better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes.
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You know the days when you get the mean reds? Paul Varjak: The mean reds. You mean like the blues? Holly Golightly: No. The blues are because you're getting fat, and maybe it's been raining too long. You're just sad, that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid, and you don't know what you're afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?
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You can love somebody without it being like that. You keep them a stranger, a stranger who's a friend.
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love
stranger
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Home is where you feel at home. I'm still looking.
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He loved her, he loved her, and until he'd loved her she had never minded being alone....
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But I'm not a saint yet. I'm an alcoholic. I'm a drug addict. I'm homosexual. I'm a genius.
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confession
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She was still hugging the cat. "Poor slob," she said, tickling his head, "poor slob without a name. It's a little inconvenient, his not having a name. But I haven't any right to give him one: he'll have to wait until he belongs to somebody. We just sort of took up by the river one day, we don't belong to each other: he's an independent, and so am I. I don't want to own anything until I know I've found the place where me and things belong to..
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home
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To me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it's about, but the music the words make.
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poetry
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Never love a wild thing...If you let yourself love a wild thing. You'll end up looking at the sky.
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The brain may take advice, but not the heart, and love, having no geography, knows no boundaries: weight and sink it deep, no matter, it will rise and find the surface: and why not? any love is natural and beautiful that lies within a person's nature; only hypocrites would hold a man responsible for what he loves, emotional illiterates and those of righteous envy, who, in their agitated concern, mistake so frequently the arrow pointing to h..
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Everybody has to feel superior to somebody," she said. "But it's customary to present a little proof before you take the privilege."
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Don't wanna sleep, don't wanna die, just wanna go a-travellin' through the pastures of the sky
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I told you: you can make yourself love anybody.
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would you reach in the drawer there and give me my purse. A girl doesn't read this sort of thing without her lipstick.
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I loved her enough to forget myself, my self pitying despairs, and be content that something she thought happy was going to happen.
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we don't belong to each other: he's an independent, and so am I.
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Leave it to me: I'm always top banana in the shock department.
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Good luck and believe me, dearest Doc - it's better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear.
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It is no shame to have a dirty face- the shame comes when you keep it dirty.
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I'm very scared, Buster. Yes, at last. Because it could go on forever. Not knowing what's yours until you've thrown it away.
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But we are alone, darling child, terribly, isolated each from the other; so fierce is the world's ridicule we cannot speak or show our tenderness; for us, death is stronger than life, it pulls like a wind through the dark, all our cries burlesqued in joyless laughter; and with the garbage of loneliness stuffed down us until our guts burst bleeding green, we go screaming round the world, dying in our rented rooms, nightmare hotels, eternal h..
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Let me begin by telling you that I was in love. An ordinary statement, to be sure, but not an ordinary fact, for so few of us learn that love is tenderness, and tenderness is not, as a fair proportian suspect, pity; and still fewer know that happiness in love is not the absolute focusing of all emotion in another: one has always to love a good many things which the beloved must come only to symbolize; the true beloveds of this world are in ..
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It should take you about four seconds to walk from here to the door. I'll give you two.
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You're wrong. She is a phony. But on the other hand you're right. She isn't a phony because she's a real phony. She believes all this crap she believes. You can't talk her out of it.
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Reading dreams. That's what started her walking down the road. Every day she'd walk a little further: a mile, and come home. Two miles, and come home. One day she just kept on.
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You're wonderful. Unique. I love you.
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I'll never get used to anything. Anybody that does they might as well be dead.
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Love should be allowed. I'm all for it. Now that I've got a pretty good idea what it is.
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As long as you live, there's always something waiting; and even if it's bad, and you know it's bad, what can you do? You can't stop living.
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But it's Sunday, Mr. Bell. Clocks are slow on Sundays.
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Just remember: If one bird carried every grain of sand, grain by grain, across the ocean, by the time he got them all on the other side, that would only be the beginning of eternity.
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Truman Capote |
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Imagination, of course, can open any door - turn the key and let terror walk right in.
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imagination
horror
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Truman Capote |
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there is only one unpardonable sin--deliberate cruelty. All else can be forgiven.
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Truman Capote |
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What I found does the most good is just to get into a taxi and go to Tiffany's. It calms me down right away, the quietness and the proud look of it;nothing very bad could happen to you there.
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Most of life is so dull it is not worth discussing, and it is dull at all ages. When we change our brand of cigarette, move to a new neighborhood, subscribe to a different newspaper, fall in and out of love, we are protesting in ways both frivolous and deep against the not to be diluted dullness of day-to-day living.
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