When God hands you a gift, he also hands you a whip; and the whip is intended for self-flagellation solely.
Truman CapoteMost people don't find their creativity. There are more unsung geniuses that don't even know they have great talent.
Truman CapoteBut there were moments when she played songs that made you wonder where she learned them, where indeed she came from. Harsh-tender wandering tunes with words that smacked of pinewoods or prairie. One went: Donโt wanna sleep, Donโt wanna die, Just wanna go a-travelinโ through the pastures of the sky; and this one seemed to gratify her the most, for often she continued it long after her hair hard dried, after the sun had gone and there were lighted windows in the dusk.
Truman Capote