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Carissa Dewey State: Pa
Country: United States
Member Since: November 2007
Last Login: 10/23/2016

“Never love a wild thing, Mr. Bell,” Holly advises him. “That was Doc’s mistake. He was always lugging home wild things. A hawk with a hurt wing one time, a full grown bobcat with a broken leg. But you can’t give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they are strong enough to run into the woods or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That’s how you’ll end up. Mr. Bell. If you let yourself love a wild thing. You’ll end up looking at the sky.” ~Breakfast at Tiffany's ~Trumane Capote



I am in love with him
to whom a hyacinth is dearer
than I shall ever be dear.

On nights when the field-mice
are abroad, he cannot sleep.
He hears their narrow teeth
at the bulbs of his hyacinths.

But the gnawing at my heart
He does not hear.
~Edna St. Vincent Millay

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