“We just sort of of took up by the river one day, we don't belong to each other : he's an independent,… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
Poor slob without a name. It's a little inconvenient, his not having a name. But I haven't the right to give him… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
“I don't want to own anything until I know I've found the place where me and things belong together. I'm not quite… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
“I don't want to own anything until I know I've found the place where me and things belong together. I'm not quite… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
“She was still hugging the cat. "Poor slob," she said, tickling his head, "poor slob without a name. It's a little inconvenient,… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
“She was still hugging the cat. “Poor slob,” she said, tickling his head, “poor slob without a name. It’s a little inconvenient,… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
“I don´t want to own anything until I know I have found the place where me and things belong together. I´m not… — 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
