Never love a wild thing...If you let yourself love a wild thing. You'll end up looking at the sky. - Truman Capote

What we want most is only to be held…and told…that everything (everything is a funny thing, is baby milk and Papa’s eyes, is roaring logs on a cold morning, is hoot-owls and the boy who makes you cry after school, is Mama’s long hair, is being afraid, and twisted faces on the bedroom wall)…everything is going to be all right.

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

To wake up one morning and feel that I was a last a grown-up person, emptied of resentment, vengeful thoughts and other wasteful childish emotions. To find myself, in other words, an adult.

Truman Capote