Truman Capote Quotes
She Was Still Hugging The Cat. "Poor Slob," She Said, Tickling His Head, "poor Slob Without A Name. It's A Little Inconvenient, His Not Having A Name. But I Haven't Any Right To Give Him One: He'll Have To Wait Until He Belongs To Somebody. We Just Sort Of Took Up By The River One Day, We Don't Belong To Each Other: He's An Independent, And So Am I. I Don't Want To Own Anything Until I Know I've Found The Place Where Me And Things Belong Together. I'm Not Quite Sure Where That Is Just Yet. But I Know What It's Like." She Smiled, And Let The Cat Drop To The Floor. "It's Like Tiffany's," She Said.
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It Calms Me Down Right Away, The Quietness And The Proud Look Of It; Nothing Very Bad Could Happen To You There, Not With Those Kind Men In Their Nice Suits, And That Lovely Smell Of Silver And Alligator Wallets. If I Could Find A Real-life Place That Made Me Feel Like Tiffany's, Then I'd Buy Some Furniture And Give The Cat A Name.
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