All Truman Capote Quotes
- I like to talk on TV about those things that aren't worth writing about. Inspirational
- Great fury, like great whisky, requires long fermentation. Fermentation
- That's not writing, that's typing Comeback
- All human life has its seasons and cycles, and no one's personal chaos can be permanent. Winter, after all, gives way to spring and summer,… All
- Some cities, like wrapped boxes under Christmas trees, conceal unexpected gifts, secret delights. Some cities will always remain wrapped boxes, containers of riddles never to… Always Remain
- A man who doesn't dream is like a man who doesn't sweat. He stores up a lot of poison. Dream
- All artists are two-headed calves. All
- Hulga the whole while hollering like a half-slaughtered hog. (Attention, students of literature! Alliteration - have you noticed? - is my least vice.) Alliteration
- Of course, at their best, movies are anti-literature and, as a medium, belong not to writers, not to actors, but to directors. Actors
- First, a gorgeous breakfast: just everything you can imagine from flapjacks and fried squirrel to hominy grits and honey in the comb...we're so impatient to… Breakfast
- I will say only that all a writer has to work with is the material he has gathered as the result of his own endeavor… All
- I always felt that nobody was going to understand me, going to understand what I felt about things. I guess that's why I started writing.… Always Felt
- 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 own… Conviction
- I prefer to underwrite. Simple, clear as a country creek. Clear
- The better the actor, the more stupid he is. Actor
- Mick Jagger is about as sexy as a pissing toad. Inspirational
- I live in Brooklyn. By choice. Those ignorant of its allures are entitled to wonder why. Allure
- Ever since I was a child, folks have thought they had me pegged, because of the way I am, the way I talk. And they're… Always Wrong
- ...there was a blond misty boy sitting beside me, and he looked at me, and I at him, and we were not strangers: our hands… Beside
- I've got something inside of me, peasantlike and stubborn, and I'm in it till the end of the race. End
- [T]he army of wrongness rampant in the world might as well march over me. Army
- Of course people couldn't help but think I must be a bit of a dyke myself. And of course I am. Everyone is: a bit.… Bit
- A boy has to peddle his book. Book
- Talent, and genius as well, is like a grain of pearl sand shifting about in the creative mind. A valued tormentor. Creative
- I've always seen myself as a winner, even as a kid. If I hadn't, I just might have gone down the drain a couple of… Always Seen