En el proceso de -por así decirlo- descubrir a alguien, la mayoría de las personas experimentan simultáneamente una ilusión de que se descubren a sí mismas; los ojos de la otra reflejan su real y glorioso valor.
Truman Capote[Mrs. Clare] is a gaunt, trouser-wearing, woolen-shirted, cowboy-booted, ginger-colored, gingery-tempered woman of unrevealed age ("That's for me to know, and you to guess") but promptly revealed opinions, most of which are announced in a voice of rooster-crow altitude and penetration.
Truman CapoteNobody likes naughtiness.
Truman Capote«Los caracteres suelen ir evolucionando, y cada pocos años nuestros cuerpos experimentan una remodelación completa; tanto si es deseable como si no lo es, nada más natural que el que cambiemos.» Desayuno en Tiffany's.
Truman CapoteКакая ирония: родившись мертвым, я еще должен умереть...
Truman CapoteTwo features in his personality make-up stand out as particularly pathological. The first is his ‘paranoid’ orientation toward the world. He is suspicious and distrustful of others, tends to feel that others discriminate against him, and feels that others are unfair to him and do not understand him. He is overly sensitive to criticism that others make of him, and cannot tolerate being made fun of. He is quick to sense slight or insult in things others say, and frequently may misinterpret well-meant communications. He feels the great need of friendship and understanding, but he is reluctant to confide in others, and when he does, expects to be misunderstood or even betrayed. In evaluating the intentions and feelings of others, his ability to separate the real situation from his own mental projections is very poor. He not infrequently groups all people together as being hypocritical, hostile, and deserving of whatever he is able to do to them. Akin to this first trait is the second, an ever -present, poorly controlled rage--- easily triggered by any feelings of being tricked, slighted, or labeled inferior by others. For the most part, his rages in the past have been directed at authority figures (297).
Truman CapoteTags: psychopathology
She was never without dark glasses, she was always well groomed, there was a consequential good taste in the plainness of her clothes, the blues and grays and lack of luster that made her, herself, shine so.
Truman CapoteTags: fashion clothes luster groomed
Some of the most vivid writing in America is on the walls of restrooms. The men's room in the Albany, N.Y. railroad station, for instance, should be preserved as a national shrine: there is more wit there than in any Broadway hit!
Truman Capote...there was a blond misty boy sitting beside me, and he looked at me, and I at him, and we were not strangers: our hands moved towards each other to embrace. I never heard his voice, for we did not speak; it is a shame, I should so like the memory of it. Loneliness, like fever, thrives on night, but there with him light broke, breaking in the trees like birdsong, and when sunrise came, he loosened his fingers from mine, and walked away, that misty boy, my friend.
Truman Capote-¿Cómo lo soportas? Parece la cámara de los horrores.
-Uno se acostumbra a todo -dije, molesto conmigo mismo, pues, en realidad, estaba orgulloso de mi casa.
-Yo no. Jamás me acostumbraré a nada. Acostumbrarse es como estar muerto.
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