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"Never love a wild thing, Mr Bell.-Holly advised him- That was Doc's mistake. He was always lugging home wild things.. A hawk with a hurt wing. One time it was a full-grown bobcat with a broken leg.But you can’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. Thene a taller tree. Then the sky. That’s how you’ll end up, Mr. Bell. If you let yourself love a wild thing. You’ll end up looking at the sky.”

Fragmento extraído del libro Breakfast at Tiffany's, de Truman Capote