Truman Capote Quotes

I love New York, even though it isn't mine, the way something has to be, a tree or a street or a house, something, anyway, that belongs to me because I belong to it.

He loved her, he loved her, and until he'd loved her she had never minded being alone....

But I'm not a saint yet. I'm an alcoholic. I'm a drug addict. I'm homosexual. I'm a genius.

You can’t give your heart to a wild thing.

"She was still hugging the cat. "Poor slob," she said, tickling his head, "poor slob without a name. It's a little inconvenient, his not having a name. But I haven't any right to give him one: he'll have to wait until he belongs to somebody. We just sort of took up by the river one day, we don't belong to each other: he's an independent, and so am I. I don't want to own anything until I know I've found the place where me and things belong together. I'm not quite sure where that is just yet. But I know what it's like." She smiled, and let the cat drop to the floor. "It's like Tiffany's," she said.

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It calms me down right away, the quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there, not with those kind men in their nice suits, and that lovely smell of silver and alligator wallets. If I could find a real-life place that made me feel like Tiffany's, then I'd buy some furniture and give the cat a name."

Never love a wild thing...If you let yourself love a wild thing. You'll end up looking at the sky.

To me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it's about, but the music the words make.

"Everybody has to feel superior to somebody," she said. "But it's customary to present a little proof before you take the privilege."

The brain may take advice, but not the heart, and love, having no geography, knows no boundaries: weight and sink it deep, no matter, it will rise and find the surface: and why not? any love is natural and beautiful that lies within a person's nature; only hypocrites would hold a man responsible for what he loves, emotional illiterates and those of righteous envy, who, in their agitated concern, mistake so frequently the arrow pointing to heaven for the one that leads to hell.

I don't care what anybody says about me as long as it isn't true.

Don't wanna sleep, don't wanna die, just wanna go a-travellin' through the pastures of the sky

I told you: you can make yourself love anybody.

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

It is no shame to have a dirty face- the shame comes when you keep it dirty.

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