A girl doesn't read this sort of thing without her lipstick." -Holly Golightly
Truman CapoteStichwörter: holly-golightly
They've had the old clap-yo'-hands so many times it amounts to applause.
Truman CapoteStichwörter: breakfast-at-tiffany-s
Any love is natural and beautiful that lies within a person’s nature; only hypocrites would hold a man responsible for what he loves, emotional illiterates and those of righteous envy, who, in their agitated concern, mistake so frequently the arrow pointing to heaven for the one that leads to hell.
Truman CapoteStichwörter: love heaven hell hypocrites
For a long while- for many years, in fact- he had not thought of how it was before he came to the farm. His memory of those times was like a house where no one lives and where the furniture has rotted away. But tonight it was as if lamps had been lighted through all the gloomy dead rooms. It had begun to happen when he saw Tico Feo coming through the dusk with his splendid guitar. Until that moment he had not been lonesome. Now, recognizing his loneliness, he felt alive. He had not wanted to be alive. To be alive was to remember brown rivers where the fish run, and sunlight on a lady's hair.
Truman CapoteGrady knew no one she thought less attractive than Mink, or more preposterous than Winifred: yet together and around them they made a clear, lovely, light: it was as if, out of their ordinary stone, their massive unshaped selves, something precious had been set free, a figure musical and pure: she could not but pay it homage.
Truman CapoteSometimes when I think how good my book can be, I can hardly breathe.
Truman CapoteStichwörter: books
It was an atmosphere of luxurious exhaustion, like a ripened, shedding rose, while all that waited outside wad the failing New York afternoon.
Truman CapoteMy preferred pastimes are conversation, reading, travel and writing, in that order.
Truman CapoteAnd in this moment, like a swift intake of breath, the rain came.
Truman CapoteStichwörter: rain
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: and why not? any love is natural and beautiful that lies within a person's nature; only hypocrites would hold a man responsible for what he loves, emotional illiterates and those of righteous envy, who, in their agitated concern, mistake so frequently the arrow pointing to heaven for the one leading to hell.
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