“Snow-quiet, sleep-silent, only the fun-fire faraway songsinging of children; and the room was blue with cold, colder than the cold of fairytales:… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
Ever since I was a child, folks have thought they had me pegged, because of the way I am, the way I… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
The true beloveds of this world are in their lover's eyes lilacs opening, ship lights, school bells, a landscape, remembered conversations, friends,… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
“How silly, my dear; don't you know that if I came here as a child, then most of me never left?” — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
“As a child he had often thought of killing himself, but those were sentimental reveries born a wish to punish his father… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
Past certain ages or certain wisdoms it is very difficult to look with wonder; it is best done when one is a… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
Finishing a book is just like you took a child out in the back yard and shot it. — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
“How unnecessary," said Amy. "The child's morbid enough." "All children are morbid: it's their one saving grace," said Randolph, and went right… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
“Ida, dear, please, do I complain? It is right a child should not love the mama the way the mama loves the… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
But we are alone, darling child, terribly, isolated each from the other; so fierce is the world's ridicule we cannot speak or… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
My major regret in life is that my childhood was unnecessarily lonely. — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
Of many magics, one is watching a beloved sleep: free of eyes and awareness, you for a sweet moment hold the heart… — 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
