all his prayers of the past had been simple concrete requests: God, give me a bicycle, a knife with seven blades, a box of oil paints. Only how, how, could you say something so indefinite, so meaningless as this: God, let me be loved.
Truman CapoteYou know the days when you get the mean reds? Paul Varjak: The mean reds. You mean like the blues? Holly Golightly: No. The blues are because youโre getting fat, and maybe itโs been raining too long. Youโre just sad, thatโs all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly youโre afraid, and you donโt know what youโre afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?
Truman CapoteI think the only person a writer has an obligation to is himself. If what I write doesn't fulfill something in me, if I don't honestly feel it's the best I can do, then I'm miserable.
Truman Capote