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

Shoot, boy, the country's just fulla folks what knows everything, and don't understand nothing, just fullofem.

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.

[F]or us, death is stronger than life, it pulls like a wind through the dark, all our cries burlesqued in joyless laugther; and with the garbage of liveliness stuffed down us untill our guts burst bleeding green, we go screaming round the world, dying, in our rented rooms, nightmare hotels, eternal homes of the transient heart.