The wind is us-- it gathers and remembers all our voices, then sends them talking and telling through the leaves and the fields.
Truman CapoteIt's like a jumble of huts in a jungle somewhere. I don't understand how you can live there. It's really, completely dead. Walk along the street, there's nothing moving. I've lived in small Spanish fishing villages which were literally sunny all day long everyday of the week, but they weren't as boring as Los Angeles.
Truman Capote