Book: Breakfast at Tiffany's

Love should not be a ban.

... Wealth deprives a person of a sense of proportion.

They romanticize us, mirrors, and that is the secret; what a torture it would be the destruction of all mirrors in the world: where would we then verified the existence of self?

Daylight escape easily, and the night is inevitable, and dreams are the giant cage.

Loneliness, like fever, is improving night.

Everybody has to feel superior. But it would be nice to have at least some Foundation.

According to my census, he is a citizen of the underworld.

It represented a triumph over ugliness - a phenomenon sometimes more entertaining than the real beauty, because at least that it is a surprise. Here the focus was not that she was watching him or he dressed with taste, and highlighting its own flaws openly acknowledging them, she turned negatives into positives.

I knew for sure that I would not star. It's too hard, but if you have a brain, it is still disgusting. Inferiority complex I do not have enough; it's just I think the star should be a big, fat "I", but in fact this is her and is not allowed. Don't think I don't want to get rich or become famous. It is very much on my schedule, and someday, God willing, I'll be happy, but if my "I" will remain with me.

And I suddenly felt. Looking like breaking out of her multi-colored hair under the red-yellow, breaking through the foliage the sun, I suddenly felt that I love her enough to stop feeling sorry for yourself, to despair, enough to forget about it and just enjoy her happiness.

When she learned to pretend he knows French, it was easier for her to pretend she knows English.

Better to look at the sky than live there. An empty place, and such cloudy. Just a country where thunder and everything disappears.

But it's tacky to wear diamonds before you're forty. And even in the forty and risky. Really they only look on the old ladies.

I want to be me, when one fine morning you Wake up and go to Breakfast at Tiffany's.