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

by Truman Capote

Maybe the older you grow and the less easy it is to put thought into action, maybe that’s why it gets all locked up in your head and becomes a burden.

Of course people couldn’t help but think I must be a bit of a dyke myself. And of course I am. Everyone is: a bit. So what?

I don’t want to own anything until I know I’ve found the place where me and things belong together.

“Don’t you want to make money?” “I haven’t planned that far.”

“Never love a wild thing, Mr. Bell,”

If you let yourself love a wild thing. You’ll end up looking at the sky.”