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I Don't Want To Own Anything Until I Find A Place Where Me And Things Go Together.

I Want To Still Be Me When I Wake Up One Fine Morning And Have Breakfast At Tiffany´s.

Great Fury, Like Great Whisky, Requires Long Fermentation.

I'm Sure Proust Was A Big Bore.

The Instant She Saw The Letter She Squinted Her Eyes And Bent Her Lips In A Tough Tiny Smile That Advanced Her Age Immeasurably. "darling," She Instructed Me, "would You Reach In The Drawer There And Give Me My Purse. A Girl Doesn't Read This Sort Of Thing Without Her Lipstick.