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
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
Hot weather opens the skull of a city, exposing its white brain, and its heart of nerves, which sizzle like the wires… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
[Y]outh is hardly human: it can't be, for the young never believe they will die...especially would they never believe that death comes,… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
They can romanticize us so, mirrors, and that is their secret: what a subtle torture it would be to destroy all the… — 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
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