Holly Golightly: You know those days when you've got the mean reds? Paul: The mean reds? You mean like the blues?... Holly Golightly: 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. Suddenly you're afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Holly: Oh, Brad, I'd do my act in clown alley or the horse stop for you. I'd do anything if it was just for you. Brad: Pigeon..., look. Out under the sky you know how I feel about you. But under the Big Top one performer's just like another to me.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Sebastian: Angel was like cognac, all fire in a glass. But you, you are like champagne. Sparkling, tantalizing, you make a man's h...ead spin. Holly: Pheww ... you've got a terrific line.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Sebastian: When we're up in the air, I fall more and more in love. You too, no? Holly: No!... Sebastian: Oh, a girl may say no, but the woman in her means yes.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Who will join in the march to the Rocky Mountains with me, a sort of high-pressure-double-cylinder-go-it-ahead-forty-wildcats- tea...rin' sort of a feller?... Git out of this warming-pan, ye holly-hocks, and go out to the West where you may be seen.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree.... The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, But which will bloom most constantly?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
On Thursday morning going through the quiet woods... it is not Thursday. To dwellers in a wood almost every species of tree has its voice as well as its feature. At the passing of the breeze the fir-trees sob and moan no less distinctly than they rock; the holly whistles as it battles with itself; the ash hisses amid its quiverings; the beech rustles while its flat boughs rise and fall. And winter, which modifies the note of such trees as shed their leaves, does not destroy its individuality.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »