We all, sometimes, leave each other there under the skies, and we never understand why.
TRUMAN CAPOTEWe all, sometimes, leave each other there under the skies, and we never understand why.
TRUMAN CAPOTEIf there is no mystery, for the artist, to solve inside of his art, then there’s no point in it….for me, every act of the art of solving a mystery.
TRUMAN CAPOTEI don’t care what anybody says about me as long as it isn’t true.
TRUMAN CAPOTEYes: but aren’t love and marriage notoriously synonymous in the minds of most women? Certainly very few men get the first without promising the second: love, that is–if it’s just a matter of spreading her legs, almost any woman will do that for nothing.
TRUMAN CAPOTEThere is only one unpardonable sin–deliberate cruelty. All else can be forgiven.
TRUMAN CAPOTEIt’s a scientific fact that if you stay in California you lose one point of your IQ every year.
TRUMAN CAPOTEMost people don’t find their creativity. There are more unsung geniuses that don’t even know they have great talent.
TRUMAN CAPOTEThe wind is us– it gathers and remembers all our voices, then sends them talking and telling through the leaves and the fields.
TRUMAN CAPOTEWriting 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 CAPOTEThe better the actor, the more stupid he is.
TRUMAN CAPOTEThe enemy was anyone who was someone he wanted to be or who had anything he wanted to have.
TRUMAN CAPOTEA man who doesn’t dream is like a man who doesn’t sweat. He stores up a lot of poison.
TRUMAN CAPOTEGood 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 CAPOTEIt’s better to look at the sky than live there.
TRUMAN CAPOTELife is a moderately good play with a badly written third act.
TRUMAN CAPOTEReading 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.
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