It may be normal, darling; but I’d rather be natural.
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.
More Truman Capote Quotes
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Everybody has to feel superior to somebody,” she said. “But it’s customary to present a little proof before you take the privilege.
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Sometimes when I think how good my book can be, I can hardly breathe.
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They can romanticize us so, mirrors, and that is their secret: what a subtle torture it would be to destroy all the mirrors in the world: where then could we look for reassurance of our identities?
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I believe more in the scissors than I do in the pencil.
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How do I look so young? Quite simple: a complete vegetable diet, 12 hours sleep a night, and lots and lots of make-up.
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A conversation is a dialogue, not a monologue. That’s why there are so few good conversations: due to scarcity, two intelligent talkers seldom meet.
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Have you never heard what the wise men say: all of the future exists in the past.
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The wind is us– it gathers and remembers all our voices, then sends them talking and telling through the leaves and the fields.
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Good 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.
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And in this moment, like a swift intake of breath, the rain came.
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Are the dead as lonesome as the living?
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The problem with living outside the law is that you no longer have its protection.
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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.
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The good thing about masturbation is that you don’t have to get dressed up for it.
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Reading 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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