But if Miss Golightly remained unconscious of my existence, except as a doorbell convenience, I became, through the summer, rather an authority on hers. I discovered, from observing the trash-basket outside her door, that her regular reading consisted of tabloids and travel folders and astrological charts; that she smoked an esoteric cigarette called Picayunes; survived on cottage cheese and Melba Toast; that her vari-colored hair was somewhat self-induced. The same source made it evident that she received V-letters by the bale. They were torn into strips like bookmarks. I used occasionally to pluck myself a bookmark in passing. Remember and miss you and rain and please write and damn and goddamn were the words that recurred most often on these slips; those, and lonesome and love. Truman Capote
I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.
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Marilyn Monroe
You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching, Love like you'll never be hurt, Sing like there's nobody listening, And live like it's heaven on earth.
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William W. Purkey
You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.
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Dr. Seuss
A friend is someone who knows all about you and still loves you.
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Elbert Hubbard
Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.
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More Quotes By Truman Capote
Never love a wild thing, Mr. Bell, ' Holly advised him. 'That was Doc's mistake. He was always lugging home wild things. <span style="margin:15px; display:block"></span>A hawk with a hurt wing. One time it was a full-grown bobcat with a broken leg. But you can't give...
You can love somebody without it being like that. You keep them a stranger, a stranger who's a friend.
He loved her, he loved her, and until he'd loved her she had never minded being alone....
Life is a moderately good play with a badly written third act.
Well, I'm about as tall as a shotgun, and just as noisy.
