Quotes from Truman Capote

Sometimes when I think how good my book can be, I can hardly breathe.

Whatever relationship you have, man or woman, you have to be very attentive and you have to be a very good friend to them regardless of what they do.

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.

I want to still be me when I wake up one fine morning and have breakfast at Tiffany´s.

Leave it to me: I'm always top banana in the shock department.

I think to be a good teacher you need an enormous amount of patience and I'm a very impatient person.

When God hands you a gift, he also hands you a whip; and the whip is intended for self-flagellation solely.

It is the want to know the end that makes us believe in God, or witchcraft, believe, at least, in something

Oh Jesus God we did belong to each other. He was mine.

Writing stopped being fun when I discovered the difference between good writing and bad and, even more terrifying, the difference between it and true art. And after that, the whip came down.

you got to want it to be good, and I don't want it.

Most people don't find their creativity. There are more unsung geniuses that don't even know they have great talent.

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.

I believe more in the scissors than I do in the pencil.

Well, I'm about as tall as a shotgun, and just as noisy.

That isn't writing at all, it's typing.

We all, sometimes, leave each other there under the skies, and we never understand why.

I don't want to own anything until I find a place where me and things go together.

I dream of eagles and bring forth sparrows.

It's better to look at the sky than live there

Maybe the older you grow and the less easy it is to put thought into action, maybe that's why it gets all locked up in your head and becomes a burden.

Time. Time. What is time? Swiss manufacture it, French hoard it, Italians squander it, Americans say it is money. Hindus say it does not exist. Know what I say? I say time is a crook.

I've got something inside of me, peasantlike and stubborn, and I'm in it till the end of the race.

Clocks indeed must have their sacrifice: what is death but an offering to time and eternity?