Truman Capote
As for me, I could leave the world with today in my eyes. — Truman Capote, A Christmas Memory (Alfred A. Knopf, 2006, first published in 1956)
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Truman Capote
Think of nothing things. Think of wind. — Truman Capote, from “Shut a Final Door,” The Complete Stories of Truman Capote, (Vintage; Reprint edition September 13, 2005)
Truman Capote
We are speaking of love. A leaf, a handful of seed—begin with these, learn a little what it is to love. First a leaf, a fall of rain, then someone to receive what a leaf has taught you, what a fall of rain has ripened. No easy process, understand; it could take a lifetime, it… Continue reading Truman Capote
Truman Capote
A kind of silence, if I may say, was walking through the house, and, like most silence, it was not silent at all: it rapped on the doors, echoed in the clocks, creaked on the stairs, leaned forward to peer into my face and explode. ― Truman Capote, Other Voices, Other Rooms. (Vintage; 5th or… Continue reading Truman Capote
Truman Capote
Dolly said that when she was a girl she’d liked to wake up winter mornings and hear her father singing as he went about the house building fires; after he was old, after he’d died, she sometimes heard his songs in the field of Indian grass. Wind, Catherine said; and Dolly told her: But the… Continue reading Truman Capote
Truman Capote
I’ve read that past and future are a spiral, one coil containing the next and predicting its theme. Perhaps this is so; but my own life has seemed to me more a series of closed circles, rings that do not evolve with the freedom of a spiral; for me to get to the other has… Continue reading Truman Capote
Truman Capote
He lay there on a bed of cold pebbles, the cool water washing, rippling over him; he wished he were a leaf, like the current-carried leaves riding past: leaf-boy, he would float lightly away, float and fade into a river, an ocean, the world’s great flood. — Truman Capote, Other Voices, Other Rooms (Vintage International,… Continue reading Truman Capote
Truman Capote
Loneliness, like fever, thrives on night, — Truman Capote, Other Voices, Other Rooms (Vintage International, 2012)
Truman Capote
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, Truman Capote and the Legacy of “In Cold Blood,” by Ralph F. Voss. (University Alabama Press; 3rd ed. edition March 15, 2015) Originally published January 1st 2011.
Truman Capote
Be anything but a coward, a pretender, an emotional crook, a whore: I’d rather have cancer than a dishonest heart. — Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s. (Random House 1958)
The Vale of Soul-Making 