Never love a wild thing, Mr. Bell,โ Holly advised him. โThat was Docโs 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 canโt 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. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. Thatโs how youโll end up Mr. Bell. If you let yourself love a wild thing. Youโll end up looking at the sky.
Truman Capote...of all things this was the saddest, that life goes on: if one leaves one's lover, life should stop for him, and if one disappears from the world, then the world should stop, too: and it never did. And that was the real reason for most people getting up in the morning: not because it would matter but because it wouldn't.
Truman CapoteI guess if you're that thin and that small you don't need to take up too much space or breathe that much air. You just keep on going.
Truman Capote