The Complete Stories of Truman Capote Quotes

“He’d always been willing to confess his faults, for, by admitting them, it was as if he made them no longer exist.”
― Truman Capote, The Complete Stories of Truman Capote

“Here is a hall without exit, a tunnel without end.”
― Truman Capote, The Complete Stories of Truman Capote

“Think of nothing things, think of wind.”
― Truman Capote, The Complete Stories of Truman Capote

“In the country, spring is a time of small happenings happening quietly, hyacinth shoots thrusting in a garden, willows burning with a sudden frosty fire of green, lengthening afternoons of long flowing dusk, and midnight rain opening lilac; but in the city there is the fanfare of organ-grinders, and odors, undiluted by winter wind, clog the air; windows long closed go up, and conversation, drifting beyond a room, collides with the jangle of a peddler's bell.”
― Truman Capote, The Complete Stories of Truman Capote

“Women are like flies: they settle on sugar or shit. I'm not saying I'm sugar, but she's sure settled for shit now. My name is George Schmidt.”
― Truman Capote, The Complete Stories of Truman Capote

“Но повечето сънища започват, защото в нас има бесове, които разтварят с трясък всички врати.”
― Truman Capote, The Complete Stories of Truman Capote

“Snow-quiet, sleep-silent, only the fun-fire faraway songsinging of children; and the room was blue with cold, colder than the cold of fairytales: lie down my heart among the igloo flowers of snow.”
― Truman Capote, The Complete Stories of Truman Capote

“—¿Cuándo has visto algo que sea lo que aparenta? —dijo
Anna—. Ves un renacuajo y ya es un sapo, te pones un anillo que
parece de oro y te deja una marca verde en el dedo. Ahí tienes el
caso de mi segundo marido: parecía un tipo agradable y resultó un
crápula cualquiera. Mira este cuarto: la chimenea no sirve ni para
encender incienso y los espejos sólo sirven para dar la impresión de
espacio: mienten. Walter, nada es jamás lo que parece. Los árboles
de Navidad son de celofán y la nieve de hojuelas de jabón. Dentro de
nosotros revolotea algo llamado «alma»: «morir no es morir, vivir no
es vivir», ¿y encima deseas saber si te amo? No seas tonto, Walter,
ni siquiera somos amigos...”
― Truman Capote, The Complete Stories of Truman Capote

“Examinó la habitación con ojos penetrantes. Es curioso que no veamos realmente nuestro entorno hasta que esperamos una visita”
― Truman Capote, The Complete Stories of Truman Capote

“Whatever his reason, it can’t have been calculated. Which is why what you did was much worse: you planned to humiliate him. It was deliberate. Now listen to me, Buddy: there is only one unpardonable sin—deliberate cruelty. All else can be forgiven. That, never.”
― Truman Capote, The Complete Stories of Truman Capote

“On the opposite bank, a hummingbird, whirring it's invisible wings, ate the heart of a giant tiger lily.”
― Truman Capote, The Complete Stories of Truman Capote

“This part of Alabama is swampy, with mosquitoes that could murder a buffalo, given half a chance, not to mention dangerous flying roaches and a posse of local rats big enough to haul a wagon train from here to Timbuctoo.”
― Truman Capote, The Complete Stories of Truman Capote

“Preacher was a small man, a mite, and his face was a million wrinkles. Tufts of gray wool sprouted from his bluish skull and his eyes were sorrowful. He was so bent that he resembled a rusty sickle and his skin was the yellow of superior leather. As he studied what remained of his farm, his hand pestered his chin wisely but, to tell the truth, he was thinking nothing.”
― Truman Capote, The Complete Stories of Truman Capote

“Small towns are best for spending Christmas, I think. They catch the mood quicker and change and come alive under its spell.”
― Truman Capote, The Complete Stories of Truman Capote

“(...) de todas las cosas ésta era la más triste: la vida continuaba. Cuando uno deja a un amante, la vida debería detenerse; cuando uno se aleja del mundo, el mundo debería acabarse, pero eso nunca sucede.”
― Truman Capote, The Complete Stories of Truman Capote

“Tal vez el Profesor Miseria no tenga alma y tome trocitos de la tuya. Te los roba como te robaría las muñecas o el ala de pollo de tu plato. Cientos de almas han pasado por él y han ido a parar a un archivo.”
― Truman Capote, The Complete Stories of Truman Capote

“Hoy le contaría a Mr. Revercomb el de los tres niños ciegos. Eso le gustaría. Los precios que pagaba eran variables y estaba segura de que éste era por lo menos un sueño de diez dólares.”
― Truman Capote, The Complete Stories of Truman Capote

“Sylvia regresó a su cuarto y chupó un terrón de azúcar para quitarse el agrio sabor de boca; era el remedio de su abuela para el mal humor.”
― Truman Capote, The Complete Stories of Truman Capote

“(...) éste no es un lugar para enamorarse; es un lugar para curarse del amor.”
― Truman Capote, The Complete Stories of Truman Capote

“Como si el cielo fuera un espejo roto por un rayo, la lluvia cayó entre ellos como una cortina de cristales astillados.”
― Truman Capote, The Complete Stories of Truman Capote

“de todas las cosas ésta era la más triste: la vida continuaba. Cuando uno deja a un amante, la vida debería detenerse; cuando uno se aleja del mundo, el mundo debería acabarse, pero eso nunca sucede. La mayoría de la gente se levanta por la mañana, no porque importe lo que haga, sino porque no importaría que no lo hiciera.”
― Truman Capote, The Complete Stories of Truman Capote

“(she talked to herself often, a habit of sane persons of a solitary nature”
― Truman Capote, The Complete Stories of Truman Capote

“her handwriting was a series of jagged eruptions, the spelling a highly personal and phonetic affair.”
― Truman Capote, The Complete Stories of Truman Capote

“Mr. Belli had several vanities: for example, he thought he was saner than other people; also, he believed himself to be a walking compass; his digestion, and an ability to read upside down, were other ego-enlarging items. But his reflection in a mirror aroused little inner applause; not that he disliked his appearance; he just knew that it was very so-what.”
― Truman Capote, The Complete Stories of Truman Capote

“the juxtaposed spectacle made Mr. Belli, who was by profession a tax accountant and therefore equipped to enjoy irony however sadistic, smile, actually chuckle”
― Truman Capote, The Complete Stories of Truman Capote

“had been a woman of many natures, most of them trying:”
― Truman Capote, The Complete Stories of Truman Capote

“of all things this was saddest, that life goes on: if one leaves one’s lover, life should stop for him, and if one disappears from the world, then the world should stop, too: and it never did. And that was the real reason for most people getting up in the morning: not because it would matter but because it wouldn’t.”
― Truman Capote, The Complete Stories of Truman Capote

“The guests stand about in petrified pairs, and there is no conversation. He notices then that many are also saddled with malevolent semblances of themselves, outward embodiments of inner decay.”
― Truman Capote, The Complete Stories of Truman Capote

“THE SHAPE OF THINGS (1944)”
― Truman Capote, The Complete Stories of Truman Capote

“Now a sound can start a dream; the noise of one car passing in the night can drop a hundred sleepers into the deep parts of themselves. It’s funny to think of that one car racing through the dark, trailing so many dreams. Sex, a sudden change of light, a pickle, these are little keys that can open up our insides, too. But most dreams begin because there are furies inside of us that blow open all the doors. I don’t believe in Jesus Christ, but I do believe in people’s souls; and I figure it this way, baby: dreams are the mind of the soul and the secret truth about us.”
― Truman Capote, The Complete Stories of Truman Capote