It's Redundant To Die In Los Angeles.

Every Day Is A New Day With Me. All Holds Are Off. All Contracts Are Forgotten.

But It's Sunday, Mr. Bell. Clocks Are Slow On Sundays.

Randolph," He Said, "were You Ever As Young As Me?" And Randolph Said: "i Was Never So Old.

Finishing A Book Is Just Like You Took A Child Out In The Back Yard And Shot It.

You Know The Days When You Get The Mean Reds? Paul Varjak: The Mean Reds. You Mean Like The Blues? Holly Golightly: No. The Blues Are Because You’re Getting Fat, And Maybe It’s Been Raining Too Long. You’re Just Sad, That’s All. The Mean Reds Are Horrible. Suddenly You’re Afraid, And You Don’t Know What You’re Afraid Of. Do You Ever Get That Feeling?