I’ve tried that. I’ve tried aspirin, too. Rusty thinks I should smoke marijuana, and I did for a while, but it only… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
She was a triumph over ugliness, so often more beguiling than real beauty, if only because it contains paradox. In this case,… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
There's lots of things you don't know. All kinds of strange things . . . mostly they happened before we were born:… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
...of all things this was the saddest, that life goes on: if one leaves one's lover, life should stop for him, and… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
our real fears are the sounds of footsteps walking in the corridors of our minds, and the anxieties, the phantom floatings, they… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
She was a triumph over ugliness, so often more beguiling than real beauty, if only because it contains paradox. — 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
