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You are a man of extreme passion, a hungry man not quite sure where his appetite lies, a deeply frustrated man striving to project his individuality against a backdrop of rigid conformity. You exist in a half-world suspended between two superstructures, one self-expression and the other self-destruction. You are strong, but there is a flaw in your strength, and unless you learn to control it the flaw will prove stronger than your strength a..
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Truman Capote |
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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.
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Truman Capote |
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a0cd835
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I am always drawn back to places where I have lived, the houses and their neighborhoods.
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Truman Capote |
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07ce0aa
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Of many magics, one is watching a beloved sleep: free of eyes and awareness, you for a sweet moment hold the heart of him; helpless, he is then all, and however irrationally, you have trusted him to be, man-pure, child-tender.
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I don't mean I'd mind being rich and famous. That's very much on my schedule, and someday I'll try to get around to it; but if it happens, I'd like to have my ego tagging along. I want to still be me when I wake up one fine morning and have breakfast at Tiffany's.
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Truman Capote |
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2e886d2
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Wrinkles and bones, white hair and diamonds: I can't wait.
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Truman Capote |
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aa82e4f
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The average personality reshapes frequently, every few years even our bodies undergo a complete overhaul - desirable or not, it is a natural thing that we should change. All right, here were two people who never would change. That is what Mildred Grossman had in common with Holly Golightly. They would never change because they'd been given their character too soon; which, like sudden riches, leads to a lack of proportion: the one had splurg..
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personality
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You cold or something?' he said. She strained against him; she wanted to pass clear through him: 'It's a chill, it's nothing'; and then, pushing a little away: 'Say you love me.' I said it.' No, oh no. You haven't. I was listening. And you never do.' Well, give me time.' Please.' He sat up and glanced at a clock across the room. It was after five. Then decisively he pulled off his windbreaker and began to unlace his shoes. Aren't you going ..
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sex
relationships
romance
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Truman Capote |
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bb04547
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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.
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Truman Capote |
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83d4259
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I thought that Mr. Clutter was a very nice gentleman. I thought so right up to the moment that I cut his throat.
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Truman Capote |
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The blues are because you're getting fat or maybe it's been raining too long. You're sad, that's all. But the mean reds are horrible. You're afraid and you sweat like hell, but you don't know what you're afraid of. Except something bad is going to happen, only you don't know what it is.
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I've tried that. I've tried aspirin, too. Rusty thinks I should smoke marijuana, and I did for a while, but it only makes me giggle. What I've found does the most good is just to get into a taxi and go to Tiffany's. It calms me down right away, the quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there, not with those kind men in their nice suits, and that lovely smell of silver and alligator wallets. If I could find..
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serenity
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Truman Capote |
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630a174
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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.
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Truman Capote |
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It's a bore, but the answer is good things only happen to you if you're good. Good? Honest is more what I mean. Not lawtype honest--I'd rob a grave, I'd steal two-bits off a dead man's eyes if I thought it would contribute to the day's enjoyment--but unto-thyself-type honest. Be anything but a coward, a pretender, an emotional crook, a whore: I'd rather have cancer than a dishonest heart. Which isn't being pious. Just practical. Cancer may ..
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Truman Capote |
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287b50b
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Oh, I adore to cook. It makes me feel so mindless in a worthwhile way.
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humor
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Truman Capote |
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of all things this was the saddest, that life goes on: if one leaves one's lover, life should stop for him, and if one disappears from the world, then the world should stop, too: and it never did. And that was the real reason for most people getting up in the morning: not because it would matter but because it wouldn't.
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Truman Capote |
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I despise people who can't control themselves.
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Truman Capote |
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9cfafbc
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Have you never heard what the wise man say : all of the future exists in the past.
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Truman Capote |
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b601659
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A disquieting loneliness came into my life, but it induced no hunger for friends of longer acquaintance: they seemed now like a salt-free, sugarless diet.
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Truman Capote |
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I don't want to own anything until I know I've found the place where me and things belong together. I'm not quite sure where that is just yet. But I know what it's like.
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Truman Capote |
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I want to still be me when I wake up one fine morning and have breakfast at Tiffany's.
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Truman Capote |
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Still, when all is said, somewhere one must belong: even the soaring falcon returns to its master's wrist.
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Truman Capote |
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They can romanticize us so, mirrors, and that is their secret: what a subtle torture it would be to destroy all the mirrors in the world: where then could we look for reassurerance of our identities? I tell you, my dear, Narcissus was so egotist...he was merely another of us who, in our unshatterable isolation, recognized, on seeing his reflection, the beautiful comrade, the only inseparatable love...poor Narcissus, possibly the only human ..
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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.
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Truman Capote |
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Oh Jesus God we did belong to each other. He was mine.
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Truman Capote |
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Never love a wild thing, Mr. Bell,' Holly advised him. 'That was Doc's mistake. He was always lugging home wild things. A hawk with a hurt wing. One time it was a full-grown bobcat with a broken leg. But you can't give your heart to a wild thing; the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they're strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That's how you'll end up Mr. Bell. If you let yourse..
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You don't run out on people; you run out on yourself.
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Truman Capote |
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910fa69
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If a man doesn't like baseball, then he must like horses, and if he doesn't like either of them, well, I'm in trouble anyway: he don't like girls.
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Truman Capote |
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Never love a wild thing... you can't give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they're strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That's how you'll end up... . If you let yourself love a wild thing. You'll end up looking at the sky.
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Truman Capote |
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7489418
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Dizzy with excitement is no mere phrase.
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Truman Capote |
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I knew damn well I would never be a movie star. It's too hard; and if you are intelligent, it's too embarrassing. My complexes aren't inferior enough: being a movie star and having a big fat ego are supposed to go hand-in-hand; actually, it's essential not to have any ego at all. I don't mean I'd mind being rich and famous. That's very much on my schedule, and someday I'll try and get around to it; but if it happens, I'd like to have my ego..
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Truman Capote |
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Once a thing is set to happen, all you can do is hope it won't. Or will-depending. As long as you live, there's always something waiting, and even if it's bad, and you know it's bad, what can you do? You can't stop living.
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fate
living
death
life
inspirational
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Truman Capote |
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a327afb
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I've tried to believe, but I don't, I can't, and there's no use pretending.
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Truman Capote |
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It is easy to ignore the rain if you have a raincoat
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Truman Capote |
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I'd rather have cancer than a dishonest heart. Which isn't being pious. Just practical. Cancer may cool you, but the other's sure to.
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truth
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Truman Capote |
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3ace148
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The average personality re-shapes frequently, every few years even our bodies undergo a complete overhaul-desirable or not, it is a natural thing that we should change.
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change
life
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Truman Capote |
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86a5e22
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Are the dead as lonesome as the living?
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Truman Capote |
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0768651
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We all, sometimes, leave each other there under the skies, and we never understand why.
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Truman Capote |
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0caece8
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And in this moment, like a swift intake of breath, the rain came.
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Truman Capote |
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You know those days when you get the means reds?' 'Same as the blues?' 'No,' she said slowly. 'No, the blues are because you're getting fat or maybe it's been raining too long. You're sad that's all. The mean reds are horrible. You're afraid, and you sweat like hell, but you don't know what you're afraid of. Except something bad is going to happen, only you don't know what it is. You've had that feeling?' 'Quite often. Some people call it ..
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Truman Capote |
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I thought of the future, and spoke of the past.
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Truman Capote |
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3108805
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you got to want it to be good, and I don't want it.
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Truman Capote |
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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.
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Truman Capote |
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She's such a goddamn liar maybe she don't know herself anymore.
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Truman Capote |