"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. "
-Breakfast at Tiffany's

"You wear black 'cause you