583 Quotes by Truman Capote

Good writing is rewriting.

Those final weeks, spanning end of summer and the beginning of another autumn, are blurred in memory, perhaps because our understanding of each other had reached that sweet depth where two people communicate more often in silence than in words: an affectionate quietness replaces the tensions, the unrelaxed chatter and chasing about that produce a friendship’s more showy, more, in the surface sense, dramatic moments.

Poor slob without a name. It's a little inconvenient, his not having a name. But I haven't the right to give him one: he'll have to wait until he belongs to somebody. We just sort of took up by the river one day, we don't belong to each other: he's an independent, and so am I. I don't want to own anything until I know I've found the place where me and things belong together.

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

Talent, and genius as well, is like a grain of pearl sand shifting about in the creative mind. A valued tormentor.

we don't belong to each other: he's an independent, and so am I.

Don't wanna sleep, don't wanna die, just wanna go a-travellin' through the pastures of the sky

With one exception everybody who has ever been involved with me is still a great friend of mine.

You don't understand. You've never hated anybody. No, I never have. We're allotted just so much time on earth, and I wouldn't want the Lord to see me wasting mine in any such manner.