The feeble-minded, the neurotic, the criminal, perhaps, also, the artist, have unpredictability and perverted innocence in common. — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
“To be an artist today is such an act of faith: nothing can come back from it except the satisfaction of the… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
A work of art is one of mystery, the one extreme magic; everything else is either arithmetic or biology. — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
“The only obligation any artist can have is to himself. His works means nothing, otherwise. It has no meaning.” — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
“Old women beat their heads against the walls, moaning men prostrated themselves: it was the art of sorrow, and those who best… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
“If there is no mystery, for the artist, to solve inside of his art, then there's no point in it. . .… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
Writing stopped being fun when I discovered the difference between good writing and bad and, even more terrifying, the difference between it… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
“One cannot be taught to write. One can only learn to write by writing—and reading. Reading good books written by real artists—until… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
Any work of art, provided it springs from a sincere motivation to further understanding between people, is an act of faith and… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
“Thackeray's a good writer and Flaubert is a great artist. Trollope is a good writer and Dickens is a great artist. Colette… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
If there is no mystery, for the artist, to solve inside of his art, then there's no point in it…for me, every… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
All writing, all art, is an act of faith. If one tries to contribute to human understanding, how can that be called… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
That's the difference between the serious artist and the craftsman--the craftsman can take material and because of his abilities do a professional… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
“You can beat your brains out for her, and she’ll hand you horseshit on a platter.” — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
“The walls of the cell fell away, the sky came down, I saw the big yellow bird.” — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
There is really no practical help that one can offer; it is a matter of self-discovery, of one's own convictions, or working with one's… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
“...Narcissus was so egotist...he was merely another of us who, in our unshatterable isolation, recognized, on seeing his reflection, the beautiful comrade, the only… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
“Is it - I'm not certain - possible to love someone if your first interest is the use you can make of him? Doesn't… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
One of the most difficult things in writing a novel or anything at all is to choose the point of view from which it's… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
I've never worked for a newspaper. I've had some very bad reviews in newspapers. — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
But, my dear, so few things are fulfilled: what are most lives but a series of incompleted episodes? 'We work in the dark, we… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
“…she, glittery voyager of secure destination, steamed down the harbor with whistles whistling and confetti in the air.” — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
