You mustn’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. And then to a higher tree and then to the sky.

You mustn’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. And then to a higher tree and then to the sky.

But it's customary to present a little proof before you take the privilege.

If we're going to be friends let's get one thing straight right now. I hate snoops.

You know those days when you get the mean reds?

I'd rather have cancer than a dishonest heart.

Well, when I get it the only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany's. Calms me down right away.