Tuesday, June 16



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.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

ein? donde é que isso veio?

il macchia

R.Joanna said...

Breakfast at tiffany's, de 1961, meu caro. É uma questão de consultar o imdb.

Como vão essas mandrágoras?

neverland said...
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Anonymous said...

um encanto de perfeição floral. que usei quando tinha a certeza de ter encontrado o que elas me podiam dar.

niccolò