Feb 18, 2009

"SHE scooped up the cat and swung him on to her shoulder. He perched there with the balance of a bird, his paws tangled in her hair as if it were knitting yarn; and yet, despite these amiable antics, it was a grim cat with a pirate's cut-throat face; one eye was gluey-blind, the other sparkled with dark deeds."

-- Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany's