They can romanticize us so, mirrors, and that is their secret: what a subtle torture it would be to destroy all the mirrors in the world: where then could we look for reassurance of our identities? Truman Capote More Quotes by Truman Capote More Quotes From Truman Capote Most people don't find their creativity. There are more unsung geniuses that don't even know they have great talent. Truman Capote creativity genius people The most dangerous thing in the world is to make a friend of an Englishman, because he'll come sleep in your closet rather than spend 10 shillings on a hotel. Truman Capote closets sleep world To me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it's about, but the inner music that words make. Truman Capote creativity music writing There is nobody in the world that you can't get if you really concentrate on it, if you really want them. You've got to want it to the exclusion of everything else. Truman Capote exclusion want world No one will ever know what 'In Cold Blood' took out of me. It scraped me right down to the marrow of my bones. It nearly killed me. I think, in a way, it did kill me. Truman Capote blood way thinking What we want most is to be held...and told..that everything (everything is a funny thing, is baby milk and papa's eyes, is roaring logs on a cold morning, is hoot owls and the boy who makes you cry after school, is mama's long hair, is being afraid and twisted faces on the bedroom wall)...is going to be alright. Truman Capote wall morning baby The wind is us-- it gathers and remembers all our voices, then sends them talking and telling through the leaves and the fields. Truman Capote voice talking wind He loved her, he loved her, and until he'd loved her she had never minded being alone. Truman Capote love We all, sometimes, leave each other there under the skies, and we never understand why. Truman Capote sky sometimes inspirational Anticipation is anxiety. I have always had a very extreme anxiety thing. Truman Capote extremes anxiety anticipation 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. Truman Capote brain heart advice In my garden, after a rainfall, you can faintly, yes, hear the Truman Capote rainfall garden nature Never love a wild thing, Mr. Bell,’ Holly advised him. ‘That was Doc’s mistake. He was always lugging home wild things. A hawk with a hurt wing. One time it was a full-grown bobcat with a broken leg. But you can’t give your heart to a wild thing; the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they’re strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That’s how you’ll end up Mr. Bell. If you let yourself love a wild thing. You’ll end up looking at the sky. Truman Capote strong hurt running Good luck and believe me, dearest Doc - it's better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear. Truman Capote good-luck believe country Writing has laws of perspective, of light and shade just as painting does, or music. If you are born knowing them, fine. If not, learn them. Then rearrange the rules to suit yourself. Truman Capote music law writing The true beloveds of this world are in their lover's eyes lilacs opening, ship lights, school bells, a landscape, remembered conversations, friends, a child's Sunday, lost voices, one's favorite suit, autumn and all seasons, memory, yes, it being the earth and water of existence, memory. Truman Capote dream love children Reading dreams. That's what started her walking down the road. Every day she'd walk a little further: a mile, and come home. Two miles, and come home. One day she just kept on. Truman Capote reading dream home I don't mean I'd mind being rich and famous. That's very much on my schedule, and someday I'll try to get around to it; but if it happens, I'd like to have my ego tagging along. I want to still be me when I wake up one fine morning and have breakfast at Tiffany's. Truman Capote ego morning mean Nancy Clutter is always in a hurry, but she always has time. And that's one definition of a lady. Truman Capote nancy clutter definitions They can romanticize us so, mirrors, and that is their secret: what a subtle torture it would be to destroy all the mirrors in the world: where then could we look for reassurerance of our identities? I tell you, my dear, Narcissus was so egotist...he was merely another of us who, in our unshatterable isolation, recognized, on seeing his reflection, the beautiful comrade, the only inseparatable love...poor Narcissus, possibly the only human who was ever honest on this point. Truman Capote mirrors reflection beautiful
