The wind is us-- it gathers and remembers all our voices, then sends them talking and telling through the leaves and the fields.
Truman CapoteDon't wanna sleep, don't wanna die, just wanna go a-travellin' through the pastures of the sky
Truman CapoteOne day, I started writing, not knowing that I had chained myself for life to a noble but merciless master. When God hands you a gift, he also hands you a whip; and the whip is intended solely for self-flagellation... I'm here alone in my dark madness, all by myself with my deck of cards - and, of course, the whip God gave me.
Truman Capote