You know whats wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? Youre chicken, youve got no guts. Youre afraid to stick out your chin and say, Okay, lifes a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because thats the only chance anybodys got for real happiness. You call yourself a free spirit, a wild thing, and youre terrified somebodys gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, youre already in that cage. You built it yourself. And its not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. Its wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.-Paul Varjak, Breakfast at Tiffanys I know several Hollys. Im definitely a Paul.
Posted on: Mon, 24 Mar 2014 11:16:24 +0000