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Monday, June 11, 2007

Quotables

...Or Someone take the remote away from me.

"I love you Lula Mae."
"I know you do, and that's just the trouble. It's the mistake you always made, Doc, trying to love a wild thing. You were always lugging home wild things. Once it was a hawk with a broken wing... and another time it was a full-grown wildcat with a broken leg. Remember?... You musn'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. And then to a higher tree and then to the sky. "

"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?"

"If I could find a real-life place that'd make me feel like Tiffany's, then - then I'd buy some furniture and give the cat a name!"

"You know what's wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You're chicken, you've got no guts. You're afraid to stick out your chin and say, "Okay, life's a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness." You call yourself a free spirit, a "wild thing," and you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself. "

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3 Comments:

At 6/12/2007 1:44 AM, Blogger Amanda's whiny, bitch-ass comment is...

What in the hell were you watching?

 
At 6/12/2007 11:06 AM, Anonymous b's whiny, bitch-ass comment is...

yea....what she said (see above)

 
At 6/14/2007 9:22 AM, Blogger mineIsay's whiny, bitch-ass comment is...

nice selections, they all made me smile. What fun would life be if you never loved a wild thing?

 

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