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“I am always drawn back to places where I have lived, the houses and their neighborhoods. For instance, there is a brownstone in the East Seventies where, during the early years of the war, I had my first New York apartment.”

Quote by Truman Capote

Work

Breakfast at Tiffany's

This renowned work by Truman Capote is a poignant and witty narrative that delves into the life of Holly Golightly, a captivating yet enigmatic character who navigates the bustling streets of New York in the 1950s. The story is a blend of humor and heartache, offering a glimpse into the societal norms and personal struggles of its time. more

Author

Truman Capote
Truman Capote

Truman Capote was an American author renowned for his distinctive narrative style and his works that frequently blurred the lines between fiction and non-fiction. His most celebrated novel, 'In Cold Blood,' is a seminal work in American literature, merging elements of true crime with literary fiction. Born on September 30, 1924, Capote passed away on August 25, 1984. more

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“James Agee. He was born a prince of the language, and so he remains. And Capote. I don't care what kind of stupid ass remarks he makes, he can write; he really can. When he's on he's really on. Updike would be twice the writer he is if he weren't such a hot dog. God knows, he's a word man. Eudora Welty, great writer. Erskine Caldwell, by the way is a helluva lot better than he's ever been given credit for. But if you ask me, "Who's your favorite writer?" there's no answer to that. That's like saying, "What do you like best for breakfast?" Some mornings you want a beer; some mornings you want strawberries; some mornings you want, God help us, Frostie Crispie Flakes with a lot of sugar, and some mornings you want your old lady.”

“The police said for Oreilly to get to his feet. "Certainly," Oreilly said, "though I do think it shocking you have to trouble yourself with such petty crimes as mine when everywhere there are master thieves afoot. "For instance, this pretty child," he stepped between the officers and pointed at Sylvia, "she is the recent victim of a major theft; poor baby, she has had her soul stolen.”

“(July 29, 1949 letter to Truman Capote, in Tangiers, Morocco) You have probably never received those delicious epistles which I never wrote—let alone sent. But there you are selling grain in the marketplace with little Jane [Bowles]—and now both of you adored by Berbers and strange wide-eyed men such as have never adored me. When are you coming home to your sweet old bald-head mom?”