Strange where our passions carry us, floggingly pursue us, forcing upon us unwanted dreams, unwelcome destinies. - Truman Capote

Time. Time. What is time? Swiss manufacture it, French hoard it, Italians squander it, Americans say it is money. Hindus say it does not exist. Know what I say? I say time is a crook.

"A girl doesn't read this sort of thing without her lipstick." -Holly Golightly

She had said she was afraid of Perry, and she was, but was it simply Perry she feared, or was it a configuration of which he was part [...]? The eldest, the brother she loved, had shot himself; Fern had fallen out of a window, or jumped; and Perry was committed to violence, a criminal.