"Capote's rejoinder to Kerouac's assertion that he never needed to edit his work....."But, that's not writing . That's typing. - Truman Capote

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.

So the days, the last days, blow about in a memory, hazy autumnal, all alike as leaves: until a day unlike any other I've lived

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