“never love a wild thing, mr. bell,” holly advised him. “that was doc’s 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 can’t give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. until they’re strong enough to run into the woods. or fly into a tree. then a taller tree. then the sky. that’s how you’ll end up, mr. bell. if you let yourself love a wild thing. you’ll end up looking at the sky.”

{Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s}


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