What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is a breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is as the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.
~ Truman Capote, In Cold Blood (1965)
What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is a breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is as the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.
~ Truman Capote, In Cold Blood (1965)