Summer Crossing Quotes

“He loved her, he loved her, and until he'd loved her she had never minded being alone....”
― Truman Capote, Summer Crossing

“Most of life is so dull it is not worth discussing, and it is dull at all ages. When we change our brand of cigarette, move to a new neighborhood, subscribe to a different newspaper, fall in and out of love, we are protesting in ways both frivolous and deep against the not to be diluted dullness of day-to-day living.”
― Truman Capote, Summer Crossing

“Of many magics, one is watching a beloved sleep: free of eyes and awareness, you for a sweet moment hold the heart of him; helpless, he is then all, and however irrationally, you have trusted him to be, man-pure, child-tender. ”
― Truman Capote, Summer Crossing

“You cold or something?' he said. She strained against him; she wanted to pass clear through him: 'It's a chill, it's nothing'; and then, pushing a little away: 'Say you love me.'

I said it.'

No, oh no. You haven't. I was listening. And you never do.'

Well, give me time.'

Please.'

He sat up and glanced at a clock across the room. It was after five. Then decisively he pulled off his windbreaker and began to unlace his shoes.

Aren't you going to, Clyde?'

He grinned back at her. 'Yeah, I'm going to.'

I don't mean that; and what's more, I don't like it: you sound as though you were talking to a whore.'

Come off it, honey. You didn't drag me up here to tell you about love.'

You disgust me,' she said.

Listen to her! She's sore!'

A silence followed that circulated like an aggrieved bird. Clyde said, 'You want to hit me, huh? I kind of like you when you're sore: that's the kind of girl you are,' which made Grady light in his arms when he lifted and kissed her. 'You still want me to say it?' Her head slumped on his shoulder. 'Because I will,' he said, fooling his fingers in her hair. 'Take off your clothes--and I'll tell it to you good.”
― Truman Capote, Summer Crossing

“Oh, I adore to cook. It makes me feel so mindless in a worthwhile way.”
― Truman Capote, Summer Crossing

“You don't run out on people; you run out on yourself.”
― Truman Capote, Summer Crossing

“Still, when all is said, somewhere one must belong: even the soaring falcon returns to its master's wrist.”
― Truman Capote, Summer Crossing

“Hot weather opens the skull of a city, exposing its white brain, and its heart of nerves, which sizzle like the wires inside a lightbulb. And there exudes a sour extra-human smell that makes the very stone seem flesh-alive, webbed and pulsing.”
― Truman Capote, Summer Crossing

“It is very seldom that a person loves anyone they cannot in some way envy.”
― Truman Capote, Summer Crossing

“Yes: but aren't love and marriage notoriously synonymous in the minds of most women? Certainly very few men get the first without promising the second: love, that is--if it's just a matter of spreading her legs, almost any woman will do that for nothing.”
― Truman Capote, Summer Crossing

“He loved her, he loved her, and until he'd loved her she had never minded being alone, she'd liked to much to be alone. At school, where all the girls had crushes on one another and trailed in sweetheart pairs, she had kept to herself: except once, and that was when she'd allowed Naomi to adore her. Naomi, scholarly, and bourgeois as a napkin ring, had written her passionate poems that really rhymed, and once she'd let Naomi kiss her on the lips. But she had not loved her: it is very seldom that a person loves anyone they cannot in some way envy: she could not envy any girl, only men: and so Naomi became mislaid in her thoughts, then lost, like an old letter, one which had never been carefully read.”
― Truman Capote, Summer Crossing

“Of many magics, one is watching a beloved sleep: free of eyes and awareness, you for a sweet moment hold the heart of him; helpless, he is then all, and however irrationally, you have trusted him to be, man-pure, child tender.”
― Truman Capote, Summer Crossing

“What kind of things did you have in mind, kid?' Clyde said this with a smile that exposed a slight lewdness: the young man who laughed at seals and bought balloons had reversed his profile, and the new side, which showed a harsher angle, was the one Grady was never able to defend herself against: its brashness so attracted, so crippled her, she was left desiring only to appease.”
― Truman Capote, Summer Crossing

“The blame of course belonged to Clyde, who just was not much given to talk. Also, he seemed very little curious himself: Grady, alarmed sometimes by the meagerness of his inquiries and the indifference this might suggest, supplied him liberally with personal information; which isn't to say she always told the truth, how many people in love do? or can? but at least she permitted him enough truth to account more or less accurately for all the life she had lived away from him. It was her feeling, however, that he would as soon not hear her confessions: he seemed to want her to be as elusive, as secretive as he was himself.”
― Truman Capote, Summer Crossing

“He left soon afterwards, leaving her alone in the dark room, illuminated time to time by shocking leaps of heat lightning, and she thought, now it will rain, and it never did, and she thought, now he will come, and he never did. She lighted cigarettes, letting them die between her lips, and the hours, thorned, crucifying, waited with her, and listened as she listened: but he was not coming.”
― Truman Capote, Summer Crossing

“Grady felt a chill echo, the kind that comes when, in an original situation, one has the sensation of its all having occurred before: if we know the past, and live the present, is it possible that we dream the future?”
― Truman Capote, Summer Crossing

“Grady for an instant felt the oddest loss: poor Peter, he knew her even less, she realized, than Apple, and yet, because he was her only friend, she wanted to tell him: not now, sometime. And what would he say? Because he was Peter, she trusted him to love her more: if not, then let the sea usurp their castle, not the one they'd built to keep life out, it was already gone, at least for her, but another, that one sheltering friendships and promises.”
― Truman Capote, Summer Crossing

“If we know the past, and live the present, it is possible that we dream the future?”
― Truman Capote, Summer Crossing

“Unfortunately, one mirror is as treacherous as another, reflecting at some point in every adventure the same vain unsatisfied face, and so when she asks what have I done? she means really what am I doing? as one usually does.”
― Truman Capote, Summer Crossing

“Clyde's mother was an ample, olive-dark woman with the worn and disappointed look of someone who had spent her life doing things for others: occasionally the mulling plaintiveness of her voice suggested that she regretted this.”
― Truman Capote, Summer Crossing

“Ida, dear, please, do I complain? It is right a child should not love the mama the way the mama loves the child; children are ashamed of the love a mama has for them: that is part of it. But when a boy grows into a man it is right his time should be for other ladies.”
― Truman Capote, Summer Crossing

“And turning in space, her hair swung like a victory. They danced until all at once and as one the music dimmed and the stars went dark.”
― Truman Capote, Summer Crossing

“She would not admit she was making a mess. Unfazed by bacon already shriveled and coffee stone-cold, she poured her mixings onto a grill she'd forgotten to grease, and said, "Oh I adore to cook: it makes me feel so mindless in a worthwhile way.”
― Truman Capote, Summer Crossing

“People did usually look at her, because she suggested the engaging young person at a party to whom you would like to be introduced, and others because they knew she was Grady McNeil, the daughter of an important man. There were a few whose eyes she held for a different reason: and it was because, in her aura of willful and privileged enchantment, they sensed she was a girl to whom something was going to happen.”
― Truman Capote, Summer Crossing

“Grady knew no one she thought less attractive than Mink, or more preposterous than Winifred: yet together and around them they made a clear, lovely, light: it was as if, out of their ordinary stone, their massive unshaped selves, something precious had been set free, a figure musical and pure: she could not but pay it homage.”
― Truman Capote, Summer Crossing

“Quando mudamos de marca de cigarro, nos mudamos para um novo bairro, assinamos um novo jornal, nos apaixonamos e desapaixonamos, estamos a protestar, de modos ao mesmo tempo frívolos e profundos, contra a maçada que nunca se dissolve da vida de todos os dias. Infelizmente, um espelho é tão traiçoeiro quanto outro, e a dado momento reflecte em cada aventura o mesmo rosto insatisfeito, então ela pergunta que raio fiz eu?, na verdade quer dizer o que é que é que eu estou a fazer?, que é o que habitualmente se diz.”
― Truman Capote, Summer Crossing

“Un grondement montait de la grille où elle s'était immobilisée. Des profondeurs souterraines émanait le grincement des roues d'acier, puis soudain, plus proche, un tintamarre de klaxons, de crissements de pneus et de freins, de heurts de pare-chocs se déchaîna. Pivotant sur elle-même, elle vit des conducteurs vitupérant Clyde qui traversait en zigzag à toute vitesse.

Il lui attrapa la main et ils se mirent à courir, jusqu'à une paisible ruelle latérale qu'adoucissait encore une rangée d'arbres. Quand il s'arrêtèrent essoufflés pour s'appuyer contre un mur, il lui glissa dans les mains un petit bouquet de violettes. Elle n'eut pas besoin de les regarder pour savoir qu'il les avait volées, comme si elle avait assisté à la scène. Les fleurs contenaient l'été tout entier, avec ses ombres et ses lumières gravées dans les feuilles, et elle en pressa toute la fraîcheur contre sa joue.”
― Truman Capote, Summer Crossing

“What infinite energies are wasted steeling oneself against crisis that seldom comes: the strength to move mountains; and yet it is perhaps this very waste, this tortuous wait for things that never happen, which prepares the way and allows one to accept with sinister serenity the beast at last in view.”
― Truman Capote, Summer Crossing

“Тя не се страхуваше да каже: богата съм, парите са островът, на който стоя; защото оценяваше значението на този остров, съзнаваше, че той подхранва корените ѝ и благодарение на парите винаги можеше да си позволи да замени всичко: къщи, мебели, хора.”
― Труман Капоти, Summer Crossing

“Всичко това щеше да продължи да съществува - вълните, шипквите храсти, ронещи по пясъка изсушени листенца; ако аз умра, всичко това пак ще го има; тази мисъл я възмущаваше.”
― Труман Капоти, Summer Crossing