But, my dear, so few things are fulfilled: what are most lives but a series of incompleted episodes? 'We work in the… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
“She was never without dark glasses, she was always well groomed, there was a consequential good taste in the plainness of her… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
All human life has its seasons and cycles, and no one's personal chaos can be permanent. Winter, after all, gives way to… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
One day, I started writing, not knowing that I had chained myself for life to a noble but merciless master. When God… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
She took off her dark glasses and squinted at me. It was as though her eyes were shattered prisms, the dots of… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
There were hints of sunrise on the rim of the sky, yet it was still dark, and the traces of morning color… — 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
“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
