Some cities, like wrapped boxes under Christmas trees, conceal unexpected gifts, secret delights. Some cities will always remain wrapped boxes, containers of riddles never to be solved, nor even to be seen by vacationing visitors, or, for that matter, the most inquisitive, persistent travelers.
Truman CapoteNever 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