"The instant she saw the letter she squinted her eyes and bent her lips in a tough tiny smile that advanced her age immeasurably. "Darling," she inst… - Truman Capote

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

You’re wrong. She is a phony. But on the other hand you’re right. She isn’t a phony because she’s a real phony. She believes all this crap she believes. You can’t talk her out of it.

If some wizard would like to give me a present, let him give me a bottle filled with the voices of that kitchen, the ha ha ha and the fire whispering, a bottle brimming with its buttery sugary smells . . .

He’d always been willing to confess his faults, for, by admitting them, it was as if he made them no longer exist.