Camille

“But you can't give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they're strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That's how you'll end up, Mr. Bell. If you let yourself love a wild thing. You'll end up looking at the sky.”
― Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s and Three Stories

“The last capitalist we hang shall be the one who sold us the rope.”
― Karl Marx

“Those, final weeks, spanning end of summer and the beginning of another autumn, are blurred in memory, perhaps because our understanding of each other had reached that sweet depth where two people communicate more often in silence than in words: an affectionate quiet-ness replaces the tensions, the unrelaxed chatter and chasing that produce a friendship's more showy, more, in the surface sense, dramatic moments.”
― Truman Capote