Reading dreams. That's what started her walking down the road. Every day she'd walk a little further: a mile, and come home. Two miles, and come home. One day she just kept on.

All artists are two-headed calves.

You know the days when you get the mean reds? Paul Varjak: The mean reds. You mean like the blues? Holly Golightly: No. The blues are because you’re getting fat, and maybe it’s been raining too long. You’re just sad, that’s all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you’re afraid, and you don’t know what you’re afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?

It’s better to look at the sky than live there

I am a completely horizontal author. I can't think unless I'm lying down, either in bed or stretched on a couch.

Gasping for breath, the body still battling for life.

Ever since I was a child, folks have thought they had me pegged, because of the way I am, the way I talk. And they're always wrong.