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The Complete Stories of Truman Capote QUOTES

The Complete Stories of Truman Capote QUOTES

1 " 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

2 " Here is a hall without exit, a tunnel without end. "

― Truman Capote , The Complete Stories of Truman Capote

3 " Think of nothing things, think of wind. "

― Truman Capote , The Complete Stories of Truman Capote

4 " 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

5 " 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

6 " Но повечето сънища започват, защото в нас има бесове, които разтварят с трясък всички врати. "

― Truman Capote , The Complete Stories of Truman Capote

7 " 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

8 " 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

9 " 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

10 " 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

11 " 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

12 " 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

13 " 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

14 " 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

15 " Там е домът ви и трябва да помните, че другото няма значение. "

― Truman Capote , The Complete Stories of Truman Capote

16 " Никога вече няма да се страхувам. – каза. – Всъщност почти не помня от какво се страхувах. "

― Truman Capote , The Complete Stories of Truman Capote

17 " Но помни - винаги има и друг човек. Просто не трябва да гледаш повече към предишния, това е всичко. "

― Truman Capote , The Complete Stories of Truman Capote

18 " Тя отметна главата си назад и смехът ѝ се издигна и се понесе над улицата като изоставено хвърчило в крещящ цвят. "

― Truman Capote , The Complete Stories of Truman Capote

19 " She spent the rest of the way home despising New York: anonymity, in virtuous terror; and the squeaking drainpipe, all-night light, ceaseless footfall, subway corridor, numbered door (3C).
('Master Misery') "

― Truman Capote , The Complete Stories of Truman Capote

20 " her handwriting was a series of jagged eruptions, the spelling a highly personal and phonetic affair. "

― Truman Capote , The Complete Stories of Truman Capote