It’s a scientific fact that if you stay in California you lose one point of your IQ every year.
TRUMAN CAPOTE- 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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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.
More Truman Capote Quotes
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It’s a scientific fact that if you stay in California you lose one point of your IQ every year.
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The problem with living outside the law is that you no longer have its protection.
TRUMAN CAPOTEThe problem with living outside the law is that you no longer have its protection.
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Home is where you feel at home. I’m still looking.
TRUMAN CAPOTEHome is where you feel at home. I’m still looking.
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Yes: 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.
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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.
TRUMAN CAPOTEEverybody 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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Most secrets should never be told, but especially those that are more menacing to the listener than to the teller.
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Failure is the condiment that gives success its flavor.
TRUMAN CAPOTEFailure is the condiment that gives success its flavor.
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A boy has to peddle his book.
TRUMAN CAPOTEA boy has to peddle his book.
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I always write the end of everything first. I always write the last chapters of my books before I write the beginning. Then I go back to the beginning. I mean, it’s always nice to know where you’re going is my theory.
TRUMAN CAPOTEI always write the end of everything first. I always write the last chapters of my books before I write the beginning. Then I go back to the beginning. I mean, it’s always nice to know where you’re going is my theory.
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One of the most difficult things in writing a novel or anything at all is to choose the point of view from which it’s going to be told.
TRUMAN CAPOTEOne of the most difficult things in writing a novel or anything at all is to choose the point of view from which it’s going to be told.
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It may be normal, darling; but I’d rather be natural.
TRUMAN CAPOTEIt may be normal, darling; but I’d rather be natural.
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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.
TRUMAN CAPOTEThe 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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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.
TRUMAN CAPOTEThere 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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The wind is us– it gathers and remembers all our voices, then sends them talking and telling through the leaves and the fields.
TRUMAN CAPOTEThe 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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In my garden, after a rainfall, you can faintly, yes, hear the breaking of new blooms. -
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.
TRUMAN CAPOTEThere 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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