He loved her, he loved her, and until he'd loved her she had never minded being alone.... - Truman Capote

"You call yourself a free spirit, a "wild thing," and you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself."

[C]locks indeed must have thier sacrifice: what is death but an offering to time and eternity?

would you reach in the drawer there and give me my purse. A girl doesn't read this sort of thing without her lipstick.