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But the address, if it ever existed, never was sent, which made me sad, there was so much I wanted to write her: that I'd sold two stories, had read where the Trawlers were countersuing for divorce, was moving out of the brownstone because it was haunted. But mostly, I wanted to tell about her cat. I had kept my promise; I had found him. It took weeks of after-work roaming through those Spanish Harlem streets, and there were many false alar..
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27c260a
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They shared a doom against which virtue was no defense
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true-crime
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e40968c
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She took off her dark glasses and squinted at me. It was as though her eyes were shattered prisms, the dots of blue and gray and green like broken bits of sparkle.
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5567249
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That's the question: is truth an illusion, or is illusion truth, or are they essentially the same? Myself, I don't care what anybody says about me as long as it isn't true.
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e82c181
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Two features in his personality make-up stand out as particularly pathological. The first is his 'paranoid' orientation toward the world. He is suspicious and distrustful of others, tends to feel that others discriminate against him, and feels that others are unfair to him and do not understand him. He is overly sensitive to criticism that others make of him, and cannot tolerate being made fun of. He is quick to sense slight or insult in th..
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672cb74
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In school we only learn to recognize the words and to spell but the application of these words to real life is another thing that only life and living can give us.
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Truman Capote |
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9ca8be4
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C]locks indeed must have thier sacrifice: what is death but an offering to time and eternity?
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82c49e6
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Here is a hall without exit, a tunnel without end.
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b6c5201
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One day she told the class, 'Nancy Clutter is always in a hurry, but she always has time. And that's one definition of a lady.'
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f33cac7
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Before birth; yes, what time was it then? A time like now, and when they were dead, it would be still like now: these trees, that sky, this earth, those acorn seeds, sun and wind, all the same, while they, with dust-turned hearts, change only.
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39ccb30
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You want not to give a damn, to exist without responsibility, without faith or friends or warmth.
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69eb261
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What do you think? This ought to be the right kind of place for tough guy like you. Garbage cans. Rats galore. Plenty of cat-bums to gang around with. So scram,' she said, dropping him... '...I told you. We just met by the river one day: that's all. Independents, both of us. We never made each other any promises. We never -' she said, and her voice collapsed, a tic, an invalid whiteness seized her face. The car had paused for a traffic lig..
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It's a very excruciating life facing that blank piece of paper every day and having to reach up somewhere into the clouds and bring something down out of them.
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5a4a899
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For all her chic thinness, she had an almost breakfast-cereal air of health, a soap-and-lemon cleanness, a rough pink darkening of the cheeks.
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e4a6beb
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As Miss Golightly was saying, before she was so rudely interrupted...
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3647745
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It may be normal, darling: but I'd rather be natural.
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d3ca869
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It may be that there is no place for any of us. Except we know there is somewhere; and if we found it, but lived there only a moment, we could count ourselves blessed.
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d4d3308
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There's lots of things you don't know. All kinds of strange things . . . mostly they happened before we were born: that makes them seem to me so much more real.
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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 quiteness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there
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No. Because I'm not a cold plate of m-m-macaroni. I'm a warm-hearted person. It's the basis of my character.
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768aee2
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June, July, all through the warm months she hibernated like a winter animal who did not know spring had come and gone.
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Truman Capote |
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3f7b3d8
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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.
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Truman Capote |
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bdb44ec
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The way his plump hand clutched at her hip seemed somehow improper; not morally, aesthetically.
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Truman Capote |
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0ce0ed2
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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.
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19a789a
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Strange where our passions carry us, floggingly pursue us, forcing upon us unwanted dreams, unwelcome destinies.
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passion
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a4fe435
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And since gin to artifice bears the same relation as tears to mascara, her attractions at once dissembled.
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Truman Capote |
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39dc468
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We are speaking of love. A leaf, a handful of seed - begin with these, learn a little what it is to love. First a leaf, a fall of rain, then someone to receive what a leaf has taught you, what a fall of rain has ripened. No easy process, understand; it could take a lifetime, it has mine, and still I've never mastered it - I only know how true it is; that love is a chain of love, as nature is a chain of life.
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c6b41a6
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Brazil was beastly but Buenos Aires the best. Not Tiffany's, but almost.
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Truman Capote |
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e42613d
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Randolph," he said, "were you ever as young as me?" And Randolph said: "I was never so old."
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Truman Capote |
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1eac056
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But, ah, the energy we spend hiding from one another, afraid as we are of being identified.
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Truman Capote |
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f4a9d4f
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Most secrets should never be told, but especially those that are more menacing to the listener than to the teller.
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Truman Capote |
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a1b15af
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If some wizard would like to give me a present, let him give me a bottle filled with the voices of that kitchen, the ha ha ha and the fire whispering, a bottle brimming with its buttery sugary smells . . .
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Truman Capote |
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94acd7e
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Aside from all else, there is some truth in that; clocks indeed must have their sacrifice: what is death but an offering to time and eternity?
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Truman Capote |
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She was still hugging the cat. "Poor slob," she said, tickling his head, "poor slob without a name. It's a little inconvenient, his not having a name. But I haven't any right to give him one: He'll have to wait until he belongs to somebody. We just sort of hooked 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 a place where me and things belong to..
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Truman Capote |
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I loved her enough to forget myself, my self-pitying despairs, and be content that something she thought happy was going to happen.
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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 who was ever honest on this point.
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He loved her, he loved her, and until he'd loved her she had never minded being alone, she'd liked to much to be alone. At school, where all the girls had crushes on one another and trailed in sweetheart pairs, she had kept to herself: except once, and that was when she'd allowed Naomi to adore her. Naomi, scholarly, and bourgeois as a napkin ring, had written her passionate poems that really rhymed, and once she'd let Naomi kiss her on the..
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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 yourself love a wild thing. You'll end up looking at the sky.
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90d0261
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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.
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Truman Capote |
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9c59e4f
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The walls of the cell fell away, the sky came down, I saw the big yellow bird.
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suicide
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a552b54
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The mill owner's wife persist. 'A dollar, my foot! Fifty cents. That's my last offer. Goodness, woman, you can get another one.' In answer, my friend gently reflects: 'I doubt it. There's never two of anything.
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Truman Capote |
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50b7476
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I felt infuriatingly left out -- a tugboat in drydock while she, glittery voyager of secure destination, steamed down the harbor with whistles whistling and confetti in the air.
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Truman Capote |
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eeafaef
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But, Doc, I'm not fourteen any more, and I'm not Lulamae. But the terrible part is (and I realized it while we were standing there) I am. I'm still stealing turkey eggs and running through a brier patch. Only now I call it having the mean reds.
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Truman Capote |
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I don't want to own anything until I know I have 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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