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
Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring. — 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
June, July, all through the warm months she hibernated like a winter animal who did not know spring had come and gone. — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
“Autumns reward western Kansas for the evils that the remaining seasons impose: winter's rough Colorado winds and hip-high, sheep-slaughtering snows; the slushes… — 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
“In the country, spring is a time of small happenings happening quietly, hyacinth shoots thrusting in a garden, willows burning with a… — 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
