When the prisoner is brought down from Death Row he steps from the elevator directly into a "holding" room that adjoins the… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
I also write the last paragraph or page of a story first. That way I always know what I'm working towards. — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
I'm very scared, Buster. Yes, at last. Because it could go on forever. Not knowing what's yours until you've thrown it away. — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
So the days, the last days, blow about in a memory, hazy autumnal, all alike as leaves: until a day unlike any… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
I always write the end of everything first. I always write the last chapters of my books before I write the beginning....Then… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
To wake up one morning and feel that I was a last a grown-up person, emptied of resentment, vengeful thoughts and other… — 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
