Never love a wild thing...If you let yourself love a wild thing. You'll end up looking at the sky.
Truman CapoteI 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 CapoteThe true beloveds of this world are in their lover's eyes lilacs opening, ship lights, school bells, a landscape, remembered conversations, friends, a child's Sunday, lost voices, one's favorite suit, autumn and all seasons, memory, yes, it being the earth and water of existence, memory.
Truman CapoteMany universities have asked me to come for a semester but I don't want to do it because I don't have the patience.
Truman Capote