Truman Capote

Breakfast At Tiffany's

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  • Anastasiahas quoted7 years ago
    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.
  • boydhas quoted11 years ago
    At any rate she no longer rang my bell. I missed that; and as the days merged I began to feel toward her certain far-fetched resentments, as if I were being neglected by my closest friend. A disquieting loneliness came into my life, but it induced no hunger for friends of longer acquaintance: they seemed now like a salt-free, sugarless diet.
  • Anastasia Shilinahas quoted13 years ago
    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 together. I'm not quite sure where that is just yet. But I know what it's like." She smiled, and let the cat drop to the floor.
  • Ian Romel Mendozahas quotedyesterday
    I wondered what his name was, for I was certain he had one now
  • Ian Romel Mendozahas quotedyesterday
    Because it could go on forever. Not knowing what's yours until you've thrown it away. The mean reds, they're nothing. The fat woman, she nothing. This, though: my mouth's so dry, if my life depended on it I couldn't spit.
  • Ian Romel Mendozahas quotedyesterday
    "Darling," she instructed me, "would you reach in the drawer there and give me my purse. A girl doesn't read this sort of thing without her lipstick."
  • Ian Romel Mendozahas quotedyesterday
    "Don't forget," Holly managed to instruct me as the detectives propelled her down the stairs, "please feed the cat."
  • Ian Romel Mendozahas quotedyesterday
    "Don't ask me what the hell this is about," she told reporters. "Parce-que Je ne sais pas, mes chères. (Because I do not know, my dears).
  • Ian Romel Mendozahas quotedyesterday
    I loved her enough to forget myself, my self-pitying despairs, and be content that something she thought happy was going to happen.
  • Ian Romel Mendozahas quotedyesterday
    So the days, the last days, blow about in memory, hazy, autumnal, all alike as leaves: until a day unlike any other I've lived.
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