People who are having a love-sex relationship are continuously lying to each other because the very nature of the relationship demands that they do, because you have to make a love object of this person, which means that you editorialize about them. You cut out what you don't want to see, you add this if it isn't there. And so therefore you're building a lie.
Truman CapoteTalent, and genius as well, is like a grain of pearl sand shifting about in the creative mind. A valued tormentor.
Truman CapoteIt was the most haunting room I've ever seen. Because you know what's in it? All the leftยญovers, all the paraphernalia that the different condemned men had had with them in the "holding" cells.
Truman CapoteIt snowed all week. Wheels and footsteps moved soundlessly on the street, as if the business of living continued secretly behind a pale but impenetrable curtain. In the falling quiet there was no sky or earth, only snow lifting in the wind, frosting the window glass, chilling the rooms, deadening and hushing the city. At all hours it was necessary to keep a lamp lighted, and Mrs. Miller lost track of the days: Friday was no different from Saturday and on Sunday she went to the grocery: closed, of course.
Truman Capote