"It is misery to refuse an invitation; one is always declining them, only to put in a surprise appearance; after all, it is difficult to stay away when whispers eerily persist to suggest that in keeping to yourself, you’ve let love fly out the window, denied your answer, forever lost what you were looking for: oh to think! all this awaits a mere ten blocks away: hurry, put on your hat, don’t bother with the bus, grab a taxi, there now, hurry, ring the doorbell: hello, sucker, April fool."
— Truman Capote