Truman Capote Quotes
Most popular Truman Capote Quotes
All literature is gossip.
That's not writing, that's typing.
Well, I'm about as tall as a shotgun—and just as noisy.
I believe more in the scissors than I do in the pencil.
Failure is the condiment that gives success its flavor.
Great fury, like great whisky, requires long fermentation.
This island, floating in river water like a diamond iceberg.
Life is a moderately good play with a badly written third act.
Venice is like eating an entire box of chocolate liqueurs at one go.
I like to talk on TV about those things that aren't worth writing about.
For the last decade or so I prefer writers I've already read. Proven wine.
Finishing a book is just like you took a child out in the backyard and shot it.
But a man who doesn't dream is like a man who doesn't sweat. He stores up a lot of poison.
The brain may take advice, but not the heart, and love, having no geography, knows no boundaries.
I was kind of a Hershey Bar whore—there wasn't much I wouldn't do for a nickel's worth of chocolate.
When God hands you a gift, he also hands you a whip; and the whip is intended solely for self-flagellation.
I've said it about myself but I really meant it about all artists. I think that all artists are two-headed calves.
Any work of art, provided it springs from a sincere motivation to further understanding between people, is an act of faith and therefore is an act of love.
The serious artist...is like an object caught by a wave and swept to shore. He's obsessed by his material; it's like a venom working in his blood and the art is the antidote.
If you sweep a house, and tend its fires and fill its stove, and there is love in you all the years you are doing this, then you and that house are married, that house is yours.
Writing has laws of perspective, of light and shade, just as painting does, or music. If you are born knowing them, fine. If not, learn them. Then rearrange the rules to suit yourself.
The land is flat, and the views are awesomely extensive; horses, herds of cattle, a white cluster of grain elevators rising as gracefully as Greek temples are visible long before a traveler reaches them.
Even an attorney of moderate talent can postpone doomsday year after year, for the system of appeals that pervades American jurisprudence amounts to a legalistic wheel of fortune, a game of chance, somewhat fixed in favor of the criminal, that the participants play interminably.