Breakfast at Tiffany's and Three Stories: House of Flowers, A Diamond Guitar, and A Christmas Memory

by Truman Capote

You can love somebody without it being like that. You keep them a stranger, a stranger who’s a friend.”

I’ll never get used to anything. Anybody that does, they might as well be dead.”

If I could find a real-life place that made me feel like Tiffany’s, then I’d buy some furniture and give the cat a name.

She was a triumph over ugliness, so often more beguiling than real beauty, if only because it contains paradox.

the average personality reshapes frequently, every few years even our bodies undergo a complete overhaul—desirable or not, it is a natural thing that we should change.

But you can’t give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they’re strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That’s how you’ll end up, Mr. Bell. If you let yourself love a wild thing. You’ll end up looking at the sky.”