Holly Golightly

We don't belong to each other. We just took up by the river one day.

It should take you exactly four seconds to cross from here to that door. I'll give you two.

— You know those days when you get the mean reds?
— The mean reds? You mean like the blues?
— No. The blues are because you're getting fat or maybe it's been raining too long. You're just sad, that's all. The mean reds are horrible.

Poor old cat. Poor slob. Poor slob without a name.

The blues are because you're getting fat or 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. <...> Well, when I get it, the only thing that does any good is to jump into a cab and go to Tiffany's. Calms me down right away. The quietness and the proud look of it. Nothing very bad could happen to you there. If I could find a real-life place that made me feel like Tiffany's, then... Then I'd buy some furniture and give the cat a name.

It isn't that I give a hoot about jewellery, except diamonds, of course. Of course, personally, I think it would be tacky to wear diamonds before I'm 40.

But I am mad about José. I honestly think I'd give up smoking if he asked me.

Now I've got a wonderful idea. We can spend a whole day doing things we've never done before. We'll take turns. First something you've never done, then me. Of course, I can't really think of anything I've never done.

You can always tell what kind of person a man really thinks you are by the earrings he gives you.

— Holly, I'm in love with you.
— So what?
— So what? So plenty. I love you. You belong to me.
— No. People don't belong to people.
— Of course they do.
— I'm not gonna let anyone put me in a cage.
— I don't want to put you in a cage. I want to love you.
— It's the same thing.
— No, it's not. Holly...
— I'm not Holly. I'm not Lula Mae, either. I don't know who I am. I'm like cat, here. We're a couple of no-name slobs. We belong to nobody. And nobody belongs to us. We don't even belong to each other.
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— People do fall in love. People do belong to each other because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness.