The quietness of his tone italicized the malice of his reply. by Truman Capote

The quietness of his tone italicized the malice of his reply.

Truman Capote

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I dream of eagles and bring forth sparrows. by Truman Capote

I dream of eagles and bring forth sparrows.

eagles dream inspirational

Randolph," he said, "were you ever as young as me?" And Randolph... by Truman Capote

Randolph," he said, "were you ever as young as me?" And Randolph said: "I was never so old.

young said

I've tried to believe, but I don't, I can't, and there's no use p... by Truman Capote

I've tried to believe, but I don't, I can't, and there's no use pretending.

pretending use believe

I don't think I've ever drunk champagne before breakfast before. With breakfast on several occasions, but never before before.

drunk drinking thinking

As long as you live, there's always something waiting; and even if it's bad, and you know it's bad, what can you do? You can't stop living.

waiting inspirational long

Anyone who ever gave you confidence, you owe them a lot". ~Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany's, 1958, spoken by the character Holly Golightly

tiffanys hollies character

It's redundant to die in Los Angeles. by Truman Capote

It's redundant to die in Los Angeles.

redundant los-angeles dies

I think of myself as a stylist, and stylists can become notoriously obsessed with the placing of a comma, the weight of a semicolon.

weight writing thinking

Poor slob without a name. It's a little inconvenient, his not having a name. But I haven't the 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.

independent names rivers

You know the days when you get the mean reds? Paul Varjak: The mean reds. You mean like the blues? Holly Golightly: No. The blues are because you’re getting fat, and maybe it’s been raining too long. You’re just sad, that’s all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you’re afraid, and you don’t know what you’re afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?

rain long mean

we don't belong to each other: he's an independent, and so am I. by Truman Capote

we don't belong to each other: he's an independent, and so am I.

breakfast-at-tiffanys independent

[Y]outh is hardly human: it can't be, for the young never believe they will die...especially would they never believe that death comes, and often, in forms other than the natural one.

natural inspirational believe

our real fears are the sounds of footsteps walking in the corridors of our minds, and the anxieties, the phantom floatings, they create.

anxiety real mind

It takes a lot of bad writing to get to a little good writing. by Truman Capote

It takes a lot of bad writing to get to a little good writing.

bad-writing writing littles

Clocks indeed must have their sacrifice: what is death but an off... by Truman Capote

Clocks indeed must have their sacrifice: what is death but an offering to time and eternity?

sacrifice offering inspirational

She had only one flaw. She was perfect, otherwise whe was perfect... by Truman Capote

She had only one flaw. She was perfect, otherwise whe was perfect.

flaws perfect

I'd rather have cancer than a dishonest heart. Which isn't being pious. Just practical. Cancer may cool you, but the other's sure to.

cancer honesty heart

I was eleven, then I was sixteen. Though no honors came my way, t... by Truman Capote

I was eleven, then I was sixteen. Though no honors came my way, those were the lovely years.

lovely honor years

there is only one unpardonable sin--deliberate cruelty. All else... by Truman Capote

there is only one unpardonable sin--deliberate cruelty. All else can be forgiven.

cruelty forgiven sin

She sounds the way bananas taste. by Truman Capote

She sounds the way bananas taste.

taste sound way