Thursday September 05, 2013 at 20:50

"But there were moments when she played songs that made you wonder where she learned them, where indeed she came from. Harsh-tender wandering tunes with words that smacked of piney-woods or prairie. One went: Don’t wanna sleep, Don’t wanna die, just wanna go a-travellin’ through the pastures of the sky; and this one seemed to gratify her the most, for often she continued it long after her hair had dried, after the sun had gone and there were lighted windows in the dusk.”
-Breakfast at Tiffany’s

"But there were moments when she played songs that made you wonder where she learned them, where indeed she came from. Harsh-tender wandering tunes with words that smacked of piney-woods or prairie. One went: Don’t wanna sleep, Don’t wanna die, just wanna go a-travellin’ through the pastures of the sky; and this one seemed to gratify her the most, for often she continued it long after her hair had dried, after the sun had gone and there were lighted windows in the dusk.”

-Breakfast at Tiffany’s