But it's Sunday, Mr. Bell. Clocks are slow on Sundays. Truman Capote More Quotes by Truman Capote More Quotes From Truman Capote Anyone who ever gave you confidence, you owe them a lot. Truman Capote breakfast-at-tiffanys confidence breakfast Failure is the condiment that gives success its flavor. Truman Capote motivational positive inspirational Life is difficult enough without Meryl Streep movies. Truman Capote difficult enough life-is 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. Truman Capote new-york house tree 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, though sometimes when branches stay dark and the earth cracks with ice, one thinks they will never come, that spring, and that summer, but they do, and always. Truman Capote summer dark spring The brain may take advice, but not the heart. Truman Capote brain heart advice Life is a moderately good play with a badly written third act. Truman Capote humorous birthday life Most people who become suddenly famous overnight will find that they lose practically eighty percent of their friends. Your old friends just can't stand it for some reason. Truman Capote old-friends reason people If you weren't here, if you could be anywhere you wanted to be, doing anything you wanted to do, where would you be and what would you be doing? Truman Capote ifs wanted A conversation is a dialogue, not a monologue. That's why there are so few good conversations: due to scarcity, two intelligent talkers seldom meet. Truman Capote communication intelligent talking Past certain ages or certain wisdoms it is very difficult to look with wonder; it is best done when one is a child; after that, and if you are lucky, you will find a bridge of childhood and walk across it. Truman Capote bridges children past The better the actor, the more stupid he is. Truman Capote stupidity actors stupid You call yourself a free spirit, a "wild thing," and you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself. Truman Capote texas running baby Are the dead as lonesome as the living? Truman Capote lonesome A man who doesn't dream is like a man who doesn't sweat. He stores up a lot of poison. Truman Capote sweat dream men 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. Truman Capote dream beautiful love It is very seldom that a person loves anyone they cannot in some way envy. Truman Capote envy persons way Home is where you feel at home. I'm still looking. Truman Capote stills home feels I was terribly sure trees and flowers were the same as birds or people. That they thought things and talked among themselves. And we could hear them if we really tried. It was just a matter of emptying your head of all other sounds. Being very quiet and listening very hard. Sometimes I still believe that. But one can never get quiet enough. Truman Capote flower believe people I don't care what anybody says about me as long as it isn't true. Truman Capote gossip careers long
