breakfast at tiffany's

"Never love a wild thing, Mr Bell", Holly advised him. "That was Doc's mistake. He was always lugging home wild things A hawk with a hurt wing. One time it was a full grown bobcat with a broken leg. 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."

Τόσο αληθινό και τόσο απλό και ωραίο, ένα κομμάτι από ένα ακόμη classic που ούτε έχω διαβάσει, ούτε έχω δει στην οθόνη. τουλάχιστον το διαβάζω τώρα. breakfast at tiffany's.