Truman Capote
- Breakfast At Tiffany's
You know what's wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You're a chicken, you've go not 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 in your cage. Well baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas.
