Truman CapoteThinkers

The Actor is generally stupid. The better the actor, the more stupid he is.

Advice is a thing the brain may take, but not the heart.

Anticipation is anxiety.

Art is a recompense for the difficulties of simply living.

The Artist is distinguished from the craftsman in that the craftsman can take material and because of his abilities do a professional job of it. The serious artist, like Proust, is like an object caught by a wave and swept to shore. He's obsessed by his material; it's like a venom working in his blood and the art is the antidote.

Autumn is the real Spring, the season of beginning.

Autumn is the season of beginning, not spring.

California is a place where one loses one point of IQ every year.

The City is sometimes like wrapped boxes under Christmas trees that conceal unexpected gifts, secret delights. Some cities will always remain wrapped boxes, containers of riddles never to be solved, nor even to be seen by vacationing visitors, or, for that matter, the most inquisitive, persistent travelers.

The City's skull is opened by hot weather, 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.

Failure is the condiment that gives success its flavor.

Friendship is not friendship when one has too many friends, as friendship is a full-time occupation.