I want to still be me when I wake up one fine morning and have breakfast at Tiffany´s.
Truman CapoteRead
A disquieting loneliness came into my life, but it induced no hunger for friends of longer acquaintance: they seemed now like a salt-free, sugarless diet.
Interpretation
Loneliness can lead one to feel detached from existing friendships and desire deeper connections.
Truman Capote's quote reflects the profound sense of loneliness that sometimes creeps into our lives. This feeling can alter our perception of relationships; instead of valuing superficial connections, we start yearning for more meaningful and fulfilling interactions, comparing the experience of shallow friendships to a diet devoid of essential flavors.
In practice
This quote can be shared during a discussion about the depth of friendships at a gathering.
I want to still be me when I wake up one fine morning and have breakfast at Tiffany´s.
All writing, all art, is an act of faith. If one tries to contribute to human understanding, how can that be called decadent? It's like saying a declaration of love is an act of decadence. Any work of art, provide it springs from a sincere motivation to further understanding between people, is an act of faith and therefore is an act of love.
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.
Hot weather opens the skull of a city, exposing its white brain, and its heart of nerves, which sizzle like the wires inside a lightbulb. And there exudes a sour extra-human smell that makes the very stone seem flesh-alive, webbed and pulsing.
I don't want to own anything until I find a place where me and things go together.
The quietness of his tone italicized the malice of his reply.
A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle.
Men live by forgetting and woman live on memories.
When traveling with someone, take large does of patience and tolerance with your morning coffee.
The heterosexuality or homosexuality of many individuals is not an all-or-none proposition.
When we were arguing on my twenty-fourth birthday, she left the kitchen, came back with a pistol, and fired it at me five times from right across the table. But she missed. It wasn't my life she was after. It was more. She wanted to eat my heart and be lost in the desert with what she'd done, she wanted to fall on her knees and give birth from it, she wanted to hurt me as only a child can be hurt by its mother.
Phone calls like ours only happen when you've spent several years hurting and being hurt, until every work you utter or hear becomes coded and loaded, as complicated and full of subtext as a bleak and brilliant play.
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