Quotes by Truman Capote

“But if Miss Golightly remained unconscious of my existence, except as a doorbell convenience, I became, through the summer, rather an authority on hers. I discovered, from observing the trash-baske...”

“What I am trying to achieve is a voice sitting by a fireplace telling you a story on a winters evening.”

“What are your chief vices? And virtues? I have no vices. The concept doesn't exist in my vocabulary. My chief virtue is gratitude”

“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,...”

“And in this moment, like a swift intake of breath, the rain came.”

“It's bad enough in life to do without something YOU want; but confound it, what gets my goat is not being able to give somebody something you want THEM to have.”

“Love, having no geography, knows no boundaries.”

“Love is a chain of love as nature is a chain of life.”

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

“Writing has laws of perspective, of light and shade just as painting does, or music. If you are born knowing them, fine. If not, learn them. Then rearrange the rules to suit yourself.”

“Fame is only good for one thing - they will cash your check in a small town.”

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

“Venice is like eating an entire box of chocolate liqueurs in one go.”

“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.”

“It snowed all week. Wheels and footsteps moved soundlessly on the street, as if the business of living continued secretly behind a pale but impenetrable curtain. In the falling quiet there was no s...”

“Her bedroom window overlooked the garden, and now and then, usually when she was "having a bad spell," Mr. Helm had seen her stand long hours gazing into the garden, as though what she saw bewitche...”

“I love New York, even though it isn't mine, the way something has to be, a tree or a street or a house, something, anyway, that belongs to me because I belong to it.”

“New York is a diamond iceberg floating in river water.”

“Very few authors, especially the unpublished, can resist an invitation to read aloud.”

“A conversation is a dialogue, not a monologue. That's why there are so few good conversations: due to scarcity, two intelligent talkers seldom meet.”