They were gone. The prospect of steering an Amazon into a taxi obliterated whatever resentment I felt.
But she solved the problem herself. Rising on her own steam, she stared down at me with a lurching loftiness. She said, ‘Let‘s go Stork. Catch lucky bal-loon,‘ and fell full-length like an axed oak. - P54
‘I‘ve tried that. I‘ve tried aspirin, too. Rusty thinks I should smoke marijuana, and I did for a while, but it only makes me giggle. What I‘ve found does the most good is just to get into a taxi and go to Tiffany‘s.
It calms me down right away, the quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there, not with those kind men in their nice suits, and that lovely smell of silver and alligator wallets.
If I could find a real-life place that made me feel like Tiffany‘s, then I‘d buy some furniture and give the cat a name. I‘ve thought maybe after the war, Fred and I -‘ She pushed up her dark glasses, and here yes, the differing colours of them, the greys and wisps of blue and green, had taken on a far-seeing sharpness. ‘I went to Mexico once. It‘s wonderful country for raising horses. I saw one place near the sea. Fred‘s good with horses.‘ - P47