You exist in a half-world suspended between two superstructures, one self-expression and the other self-destruction. — Truman Capote, In Cold Blood (Random House, 1965)
We all, sometimes, leave each other out there under the skies, and we never understand why. — Truman Capote, Music for Chameleons: Mojave. (Penguin Books, Limited (UK) January 25, 2001) Originally published 1980.
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.
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)
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
We all, sometimes, leave each other there under the skies, and we never understand why. — Truman Capote, Music for Chameleons. (Penguin Books, Limited (UK) January 25, 2001) Originally published 1980.
He loved her, he loved her, and until he’d loved her she had never minded being alone. — Truman Capote, Summer Crossing. (Modern Library; Reprint edition June 27, 2006) Started in 1943, published posthumously.