Holly Golightly:
I'm like cat here, a no-name slob. We belong to nobody,
and nobody belongs to us. We don't even belong to each other.
Paul Varjak:
You know what's wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are?
You're chicken, you've got no guts. You're afraid to stick out
your chin and say, "Okay, life's a fact, people do fall in love,
people do belong to each other, because that's the only chance
anybody's got for real happiness. "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.
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