You call yourself a free spirit, a "wild thing," and you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.
Truman CapoteThe wind is us-- it gathers and remembers all our voices, then sends them talking and telling through the leaves and the fields.
Truman CapoteThe way his plump hand clutched at her hip seemed somehow improper; not morally, aesthetically.
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 Capote