I remember things the way they should have been.
TRUMAN CAPOTEThe most dangerous thing in the world is to make a friend of an Englishman, because he’ll come sleep in your closet rather than spend 10 shillings on a hotel.
More Truman Capote Quotes
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It is very seldom that a person loves anyone they cannot in some way envy.
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I prefer to underwrite. Simple, clear as a country creek.
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The brain may take advice, but not the heart, and love, having no geography, knows no boundaries: weight and sink it deep, no matter, it will rise and find the surface.
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It’s a very excruciating life facing that blank piece of paper every day and having to reach up somewhere into the clouds and bring something down out of them.
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In my garden, after a rainfall, you can faintly, yes, hear the breaking of new blooms.
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Home is where you feel at home. I’m still looking.
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There is nobody in the world that you can’t get if you really concentrate on it, if you really want them. You’ve got to want it to the exclusion of everything else.
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A work of art is one of mystery, the one extreme magic; everything else is either arithmetic or biology.
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I thought of the future, and spoke of the past.
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The brain may take advice, but not the heart.
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Most people don’t find their creativity. There are more unsung geniuses that don’t even know they have great talent.
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Past certain ages or certain wisdoms it is very difficult to look with wonder; it is best done when one is a child; after that, and if you are lucky, you will find a bridge of childhood and walk across it.
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There were hints of sunrise on the rim of the sky, yet it was still dark, and the traces of morning color were like goldfish swimming in ink.
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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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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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