Don't wanna sleep, don't wanna die, just wanna go a-travellin' through the pastures of the sky

I don't mean I'd mind being rich and famous. That's very much on my schedule and someday I'll try to get around to it.

Love should be allowed. I’m all for it. Now that I’ve got a pretty good idea what it is.

The average personality reshapes frequently, every few years even our bodies undergo a complete overhaul - desirable or not, it is a natural thing that we should change. All right, here were two people who never would change. That is what Mildred Grossman had in common with Holly Golightly. They would never change because they'd been given their character too soon; which, like sudden riches, leads to a lack of proportion: the one had splurged herself into a top-heavy realist, the other a lopsided romantic.

I used to spend all of my time projecting. I was never in the moment. It was always tomorrow or next week or two months from now. That was one of the reasons I always had this sense of anxiety.

I think of myself as a stylist, and stylists can become notoriously obsessed with the placing of a comma, the weight of a semicolon.

I loved her enough to forget myself, my self pitying despairs, and be content that something she thought happy was going to happen.