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.’
Holly Golightly in Truman Capote’s Breakfast at Tiffany’s.
“The mean reds, you mean like the blues?” “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?”
It’s been a while since I drew something new so here’s a thing from the beginning of January.
“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.”