Life is a moderately good play with a badly written third act. Truman Capote More Quotes by Truman Capote More Quotes From Truman Capote The average personality re-shapes frequently, every few years even our bodies undergo a complete overhaul-desirable or not, it is a natural thing that we should change. Truman Capote personality average years There is really no practical help that one can offer: it is a matter of self-discovery, of one's own conviction, or working with one's own work; your style is what seems natural to you. It is a long process of discovery, one that never ends. I am working at it, and will be as long as I live. Truman Capote self writing discovery ...there was a blond misty boy sitting beside me, and he looked at me, and I at him, and we were not strangers: our hands moved towards each other to embrace. I never heard his voice, for we did not speak; it is a shame, I should so like the memory of it. Loneliness, like fever, thrives on night, but there with him light broke, breaking in the trees like birdsong, and when sunrise came, he loosened his fingers from mine, and walked away, that misty boy, my friend. Truman Capote loneliness night memories Since each story presents its own technical problems, obviously one can't generalize about them on a two-times-two-equals-four basis. Finding the right form for your story is simply to realize the most natural way of telling the story. The test of whether or not a writer has defined the natural shape of his story is just this: After reading it, can you imagine it differently, or does it silence your imagination and seem to you absolute and final? As an orange is final. As an orange is something nature has made just right. Truman Capote orange reading two ...of all things this was the saddest, that life goes on: if one leaves one's lover, life should stop for him, and if one disappears from the world, then the world should stop, too: and it never did. And that was the real reason for most people getting up in the morning: not because it would matter but because it wouldn't. Truman Capote real morning people I've never had an affair with somebody who wasn't at the same time a very good friend of mine, if you see what I mean. Truman Capote affair good-friend mean My yardstick is how somebody treats me. Truman Capote treats yardsticks Those final weeks, spanning end of summer and the beginning of another autumn, are blurred in memory, perhaps because our understanding of each other had reached that sweet depth where two people communicate more often in silence than in words: an affectionate quietness replaces the tensions, the unrelaxed chatter and chasing about that produce a friendship’s more showy, more, in the surface sense, dramatic moments. Truman Capote summer sweet memories June, July, all through the warm months she hibernated like a winter animal who did not know spring had come and gone. Truman Capote winter spring animal Oh Jesus God we did belong to each other. He was mine. Truman Capote jesus-god mines jesus It snowed all week. Wheels and footsteps moved soundlessly on the street, as if the business of living continued secretly behind a pale but impenetrable curtain. In the falling quiet there was no sky or earth, only snow lifting in the wind, frosting the window glass, chilling the rooms, deadening and hushing the city. At all hours it was necessary to keep a lamp lighted, and Mrs. Miller lost track of the days: Friday was no different from Saturday and on Sunday she went to the grocery: closed, of course. Truman Capote friday sunday fall She took off her dark glasses and squinted at me. It was as though her eyes were shattered prisms, the dots of blue and gray and green like broken bits of sparkle. Truman Capote glasses eye dark I want to still be me when I wake up one fine morning and have breakfast at Tiffany´s. Truman Capote wake-up morning breakfast A disquieting loneliness came into my life, but it induced no hunger for friends of longer acquaintance: they seemed now like a salt-free, sugarless diet. Truman Capote salt hunger loneliness You're wonderful. Unique. I love you. Truman Capote unique love-you wonderful New York is a diamond iceberg floating in river water. Truman Capote new-york rivers water Lively, too. Talky as a jaybird. With something smart to say on every subject: better than the radio. Truman Capote lively smart radio I think the only person a writer has an obligation to is himself. If what I write doesn't fulfill something in me, if I don't honestly feel it's the best I can do, then I'm miserable. Truman Capote miserable writing thinking I suppose you think I'm very brazen. Or très fou. Or something.' Not at all.' She seemed disappointed. 'Yes, you do. Everybody does. I don't mind. It's useful. Truman Capote mind doe thinking I dream of eagles and bring forth sparrows. Truman Capote eagles dream inspirational
