"Never
love a wild thing, Mr. Bell,' Holly advised him. 'That was Doc's
mistake. He was always lugging home wild things. A hawk with a hurt
wing. One time it was 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're 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 Truman Capote
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