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there is only one unpardonable sin--deliberate cruelty. All else can be forgiven.
Have you never heard what the wise men say: all of the future exists in the past.
There is no shame — having a dirty face — the shame comes when you keep it dirty.
I think most people are very, very much motivated by sex - greed, sex, and hunger.
The good thing about masturbation is that you don't have to get dressed up for it.
The problem with living outside the law is that you no longer have its protection.
Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring.
I don't want to own anything until I find a place where me and things go together.
Those fellows, they're always crying over killers. Never a thought for the victims.
There is such an animal as a nonstylist, only they're not writers - they're typists.
A man who doesn't dream is like a man who doesn't sweat. He stores up a lot of poison.
In my garden, after a rainfall, you can faintly, yes, hear the breaking of new blooms.
Imagination, of course, can open any door - turn the key and let terror walk right in.
He loved her, he loved her, and until he'd loved her she had never minded being alone.
I want to still be me when I wake up one fine morning and have breakfast at Tiffany´s.
We all, sometimes, leave each other there under the skies, and we never understand why.
It should take you about four seconds to walk from here to the door. I'll give you two.
Some prisons don't allow guitar because the strings can be detached and used as weapons.
I live in Brooklyn. By choice. Those ignorant of its allures are entitled to wonder why.
I am always drawn back to places where I have lived, the houses and their neighborhoods.
Love should be allowed. I’m all for it. Now that I’ve got a pretty good idea what it is.
Rusty thinks I should smoke marijuana, and I did for a while, but it only makes me giggle.
But I'm not a saint yet. I'm an alcoholic. I'm a drug addict. I'm homosexual. I'm a genius.
The enemy was anyone who was someone he wanted to be or who had anything he wanted to have.
Randolph," he said, "were you ever as young as me?" And Randolph said: "I was never so old.
Clocks indeed must have their sacrifice: what is death but an offering to time and eternity?
I couldn't understand a sense of unease that multiplied until I could hear my heart beating.
Are there any writers on the literary scene whom I consider truly great? Yes: Truman Capote.
I was eleven, then I was sixteen. Though no honors came my way, those were the lovely years.
Don't wanna sleep, don't wanna die, just wanna go a-travellin' through the pastures of the sky
The way his plump hand clutched at her hip seemed somehow improper; not morally, aesthetically.
It's a scientific fact that if you stay in California you lose one point of your IQ every year.
With one exception everybody who has ever been involved with me is still a great friend of mine.
Nancy Clutter is always in a hurry, but she always has time. And that's one definition of a lady.
I've got something inside of me, peasantlike and stubborn, and I'm in it till the end of the race.
Never love a wild thing...If you let yourself love a wild thing. You'll end up looking at the sky.
In California everyone goes to a therapist, is a therapist, or is a therapist going to a therapist.
To me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it's about, but the inner music that words make.
Lively, too. Talky as a jaybird. With something smart to say on every subject: better than the radio.
When I make fried chicken I always serve masses and masses of fresh mangos. It's a great combination.
I think to be a good teacher you need an enormous amount of patience and I'm a very impatient person.
Half the people who snuff people, that's what they want: recognition. Get their picture in the paper.
When I am writing, I try to do it five hours a day but I spend about two of those just fooling around.
You can love somebody without it being like that. You keep them a stranger, a stranger who's a friend.
It's worth your life to order an omelette in most restaurants. You never know what you're going to get.
A work of art is one of mystery, the one extreme magic; everything else is either arithmetic or biology.
And since gin to artifice bears the same relation as tears to mascara, her attractions at once dissembled.
Still, when all is said, somewhere one must belong: even the soaring falcon returns to its master's wrist.
I also write the last paragraph or page of a story first. That way I always know what I'm working towards.
It is the want to know the end that makes us believe in God, or witchcraft, believe, at least, in something