Holly lifted her martini. “Lets wish the Doc luck, too,” she said, touching her glass against mine. “Good luck: and believe me, dearest Doc its better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear.”
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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 doesnt read this sort of thing without her lipstick.”
Breakfast at Tiffany’s, Truman Capote