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
What we want most is to be held...and told..that everything (everything is a funny thing, is baby milk and papa's eyes, is… — 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
I'll wager at the end a body realizes the Lord has already shown Himself. That things as they are -- her hand… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
The instant she saw the letter she squinted her eyes and bent her lips in a tough tiny smile that advanced her… — 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
