Truman Capote

We all, sometimes, leave each other there under the skies, and we never understand why.

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?

Everybody has to feel superior to somebody," she said. "But it's customary to present a little proof before you take the privilege.

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

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.

You can't blame a writer for what the characters say.

I am always drawn back to places where I have lived, the houses and their neighborhoods.

all his prayers of the past had been simple concrete requests: God, give me a bicycle, a knife with seven blades, a box of oil paints. Only how, how, could you say something so indefinite, so meaningless as this: God, let me be loved.

The problem with living outside the law is that you no longer have its protection.

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

I loved her enough to forget myself, my self pitying despairs, and be content that something she thought happy was going to happen.

Love should be allowed. I’m all for it. Now that I’ve got a pretty good idea what it is.

Shoot, boy, the country's just fulla folks what knows everything, and don't understand nothing, just fullofem.

Most of life is so dull it is not worth discussing, and it is dull at all ages. When we change our brand of cigarette, move to a new neighborhood, subscribe to a different newspaper, fall in and out of love, we are protesting in ways both frivolous and deep against the not to be diluted dullness of day-to-day living.

Have you never heard what the wise men say: all of the future exists in the past.

But he does look stupid.' Yearning. Not stupid. He wants awfully to be on the inside staring out: anybody with their nose pressed against a glass is liable to look stupid.

If you sweep a house, and tend its fires and fill its stove, and there is love in you all the years you are doing this, then you and that house are married, that house is yours.

would you reach in the drawer there and give me my purse. A girl doesn't read this sort of thing without her lipstick.