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Truman Capote

Breakfast At Tiffany's

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  • Anastasiaцитирует7 лет назад
    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.
  • boydцитирует11 лет назад
    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 Shilinaцитирует12 лет назад
    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.
  • Zaahraцитирует2 года назад
    See?" she shouted. "It's great!" And suddenly it was. Suddenly, watching the tangled colors of Holly's hair flash in the red-yellow leaf light, I loved her enough to forget myself, my self-pitying despairs, and be content that something she thought happy was going to happen.
  • Zaahraцитирует2 года назад
    That category of love generates jealousy, too.
  • Zaahraцитирует2 года назад
    "It should take you about four seconds to walk from here to the door. I'll give you two."
  • Zaahraцитирует2 года назад
    It was near the antique shop with the palace of a bird cage in its window, so I took her there to see it, and she enjoyed the point, its fantasy: "But still, it's a cage."
  • Zaahraцитирует2 года назад
    But really, darling, you made such a tragedy out of your childhood I didn't feel I should compete.
  • Zaahraцитирует2 года назад
    happy in a way that she was not, and never, certainly, the background of a child who had run away.
  • Zaahraцитирует2 года назад
    Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring; which is how I felt sitting with Holly on the railings of the boathouse porch. I thought of the future, and spoke of the past.
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