Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Breakfast at Tiffany's (1961)






















Paul Varjak: You know what's wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You're chicken, you've got no 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 you in a cage. Well baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.

3 Comments:

Blogger magnuspetrus said...

Uma das leituras que ando a prometer a mim mesmo à demasiado tempo...

1/25/2007 10:46 AM  
Blogger the visitor said...

e as promessas só existem porque podem ser quebradas heehe

1/26/2007 12:58 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Truman Capote said:"Life is a moderately good play with a badly written third act." You shared a similar background?
Hi from hi five

2/06/2007 6:58 PM  

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