583 Quotes by Truman Capote

One day, I started writing, not knowing that I had chained myself for life to a noble but merciless master. When God hands you a gift, he also hands you a whip; and the whip is intended solely for self-flagellation... I'm here alone in my dark madness, all by myself with my deck of cards - and, of course, the whip God gave me.

Shoot, boy, the country's just fulla folks what knows everything, and don't understand nothing, just fullofem.

[C]locks indeed must have thier sacrifice: what is death but an offering to time and eternity?

[Y]outh is hardly human: it can't be, for the young never believe they will die...especially would they never believe that death comes, and often, in forms other than the natural one.

So the days, the last days, blow about in a memory, hazy autumnal, all alike as leaves: until a day unlike any other I've lived

I loved her enough to forget myself, my self pitying despairs, and be content that something she thought happy was going to happen.

Love should be allowed. I’m all for it. Now that I’ve got a pretty good idea what it is.

You’re wonderful. Unique. I love you.

To me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it’s about, but the inner music that words make.