" You’re chicken. you’ve got no guts. You’re afraid to stick out your chin and say, “Okay, life’s a fact.” People do fall in love. People do belong to each other, because that’s the only chance anybody’s got for real happiness. You call yourself a free spirit, a wild thing. And you’re terrified somebody’s going to stick you in a cage. Well, baby, you’re already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it’s not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas. or in the east by Somaliland. It;s wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself. "
It’s a mistake you always made, Doc…trying to love a wild thing.
You were always lugging home wild things…
Once was a hawk with a broken wing,
other time was a full grown wildcat with a broken leg.
You mustn’t give your heart to a wild thing.
The more you do, the stronger they get.
until they’re strong enough to fly into a tree.
then to a higher tree, then to the sky.
keep an eye on her, will you, son?
At least see she eats something once in a while.