Truman Capote Quotes

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.

Reading dreams. That's what started her walking down the road. Every day she'd walk a little further: a mile, and come home. Two miles, and come home. One day she just kept on.

The average personality reshapes frequently, every few years even our bodies undergo a complete overhaul - desirable or not, it is a natural thing that we should change. All right, here were two peopl...

The mean reds are horrible. You're afraid and you sweat like hell but you don't know what you're afraid of. Except something bad is going to happen only you don't know what it is.

The stars were his pleasure, but tonight they did not comfort him; they did not make him remember that what happens to us on earth is lost in the endless shine of eternity. Gazing at them-the stars-he...

The village of Holcomb stands on the high wheat plains of western Kansas, a lonesome area that other Kansans call out there.

The walls of the cell fell away, the sky came down, I saw the big yellow bird.

What I've found does the most good is just to get into a taxi and go to Tiffany's. It calms me down right away, teh quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there, not...

What I’ve found does the most good is just to get into a taxi and go to Tiffany’s. It calms me down right away, the quiteness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there

What kind of things did you have in mind, kid?' Clyde said this with a smile that exposed a slight lewdness: the young man who laughed at seals and bought balloons had reversed his profile, and the ne...

What we want most is only to be held…and told…that everything (everything is a funny thing, is baby milk and Papa’s eyes, is roaring logs on a cold morning, is hoot-owls and the boy who makes you cry...

[Y]outh is hardly human: it can't be, for the young never believe they will die...especially would they never believe that death comes, and often, in forms other than the natural one.

Would you reach in the drawer there and give me my purse. A girl doesn't read this sort of thing without her lipstick.

Чарли каза, че обичта е низ от обич.

Life is a moderately good play with a badly written third act.

A sensible question, as Mrs. Clare, an admirer of logic, though a curious interpreter of it, was driven to admit.

And yes, to answer you seriously, I am beginning to be... well, not bored, but tempted; afraid, but tempted. When you've been in pain for a long time, when you wake up every morning with a rising sens...

Anyone who ever gave you confidence, you owe them a lot.

As Miss Golightly was saying, before she was so rudely interrupted...

But we are alone, darling child, terribly, isolated each from the other; so fierce is the world's ridicule we cannot speak or show our tenderness; for us, death is stronger than life, it pulls like a...