You mustnโt give your heart to a wild thing. The more you do, the stronger they get, until theyโre strong enough to run into the woods or fly into a tree. And then to a higher tree and then to the sky.
Holly GolightlyYears from now, years and years, one of those ships will bring me back, me and my nine Brazilian brats. Because yes, they must see this, these lights, the river -- I love New York, even though it isn't mine, the way something has to be, a tree or a street or a house, something, anyway, that belongs to me because I belong to it.
Holly Golightly