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.
Truman CapoteWe all, sometimes, leave each other there under the skies, and we never understand why.
Truman CapoteThere'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.
Truman CapoteNever love a wild thing, Mr. Bell,โ Holly advised him. โThat was Docโs 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 canโt give your heart to a wild thing; the more you do, the stronger they get. Until theyโre strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. Thatโs how youโll end up Mr. Bell. If you let yourself love a wild thing. Youโll end up looking at the sky.
Truman Capote