Never love a wild thing...If you let yourself love a wild thing. You'll end up looking at the sky. — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
You can love somebody without it being like that. You keep them a stranger, a stranger who's a friend. — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
“Do you love him?" " I told you: you can make yourself love anybody.” — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
As Miss Golightly was saying, before she was so rudely interrupted... — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
He loved her, he loved her, and until he'd loved her she had never minded being alone… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
Any work of art, provided it springs from a sincere motivation to further understanding between people, is an act of faith and… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
If you sweep a house, and tend its fires and fill its stove, and there is love in you all the years… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
The brain may take advice, but not the heart, and love, having no geography, knows no boundaries: weight and sink it deep,… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
Yes: but aren't love and marriage notoriously synonymous in the minds of most women? Certainly very few men get the first without… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
“I think the argument that no whites are free of racism is quite erroneous. But then, on another level, does it really… — 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
Did you ever, in that wonderland wilderness of adolesence [sic] ever, quite unexpectedly, see something, a dusk sky, a wild bird, a… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
“Let me begin by telling you that I was in love. An ordinary statement, to be sure, but not an ordinary fact,… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
“But if Miss Golightly remained unconscious of my existence, except as a doorbell convenience, I became, through the summer, rather an authority… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
“Never love a wild thing, Mr. Bell,' Holly advised him. 'That was Doc's mistake. He was always lugging home wild things. A… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
The brain may take advice, but not the heart, and love having no geography, knows no boundaries: weight and sink it deep,… — 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… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
“You cold or something?' he said. She strained against him; she wanted to pass clear through him: 'It's a chill, it's nothing';… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
Love should be allowed. I’m all for it. Now that I’ve got a pretty good idea what it is. — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
“A person ought to be able to marry men or women... . No, I'm serious. Love should be allowed. I'm all for… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
“How do you feel if you're in love? she asked. Ah, said Rosita with swooning eyes, you feel as though pepper has… — 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
People who are having a love-sex relationship are continuously lying to each other because the very nature of the relationship demands that… — 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
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
“The brain may take advice, but not the heart, and love, having no geography, knows no boundaries: weight and sink it deep,… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
“Any love is natural and beautiful that lies within a person’s nature; only hypocrites would hold a man responsible for what he… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
Most of life is so dull it is not worth discussing, and it is dull at all ages. When we change our… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
“The blame of course belonged to Clyde, who just was not much given to talk. Also, he seemed very little curious himself:… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
“We are speaking of love. A leaf, a handful of seed - begin with these, learn a little what it is to… — 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