Great fury, like great whisky, requires long fermentation.
I know the next best thing is often the very best.
I despise people who can’t control themselves.
I’m very scared, Buster. Yes, at last. Because it could go on forever. Not knowing what’s yours until you’ve thrown it away.
So the days, the last days, blow about in a memory, hazy autumnal, all alike as leaves: until a day unlike any other I’ve lived.
Shoot, boy, the country’s just fulla folks what knows everything, and don’t understand nothing, just fullofem.
I loved her enough to forget myself, my self pitying despairs, and be content that something she thought happy was going to happen.
Love should be allowed. I’m all for it. Now that I’ve got a pretty good idea what it is.
Of many magics, one is watching a beloved sleep: free of eyes and awareness, you for a sweet moment hold the heart of him; helpless, he is then all, and however irrationally, you have trusted him to be, man-pure, child-tender.
The way his plump hand clutched at her hip seemed somehow improper; not morally, aesthetically.
A beautiful day with the buoyancy of a bird.
As Miss Golightly was saying, before she was so rudely interrupted...
He’d always been willing to confess his faults, for, by admitting them, it was as if he made them no longer exist.
But I’m not a saint yet. I’m an alcoholic. I’m a drug addict. I’m homosexual. I’m a genius.
Those fellows, they’re always crying over killers. Never a thought for the victims.
It may be normal, darling; but I’d rather be natural.
It is no shame to have a dirty face- the shame comes when you keep it dirty.
If you sweep a house, and tend its fires and fill its stove, and there is love in you all the years you are doing this, then you and that house are married, that house is yours.
It’s a scientific fact that if you stay in California you lose one point of your IQ every year.
It’s redundant to die in Los Angeles.