You don’t understand. You’ve never hated anybody. No, I never have. We’re allotted just so much time on earth, and I wouldn’t want the Lord to see me wasting mine in any such manner.
I live in Brooklyn. By choice. Those ignorant of its allures are entitled to wonder why.
Of course, at their best, movies are anti-literature and, as a medium, belong not to writers, not to actors, but to directors.
I always felt that nobody was going to understand me, going to understand what I felt about things. I guess that’s why I started writing. At least on paper I could put down what I thought.
Ever since I was a child, folks have thought they had me pegged, because of the way I am, the way I talk. And they’re always wrong.
As long as you live, there’s always something waiting; and even if it’s bad, and you know it’s bad, what can you do? You can’t stop living.
Brazil was beastly but Buenos Aires the best. Not Tiffany’s, but almost.
I told you: you can make yourself love anybody.
Dizzy with excitement is no mere phrase.
I couldn’t understand a sense of unease that multiplied until I could hear my heart beating.
The enemy was anyone who was someone he wanted to be or who had anything he wanted to have.
I’ve tried to believe, but I don’t, I can’t, and there’s no use pretending.
Time. Time. What is time? Swiss manufacture it, French hoard it, Italians squander it, Americans say it is money. Hindus say it does not exist. Know what I say? I say time is a crook.
Are there any writers on the literary scene whom I consider truly great? Yes: Truman Capote.
Maybe the older you grow and the less easy it is to put thought into action, maybe that’s why it gets all locked up in your head and becomes a burden.
It’s bad enough in life to do without something YOU want; but confound it, what gets my goat is not being able to give somebody something you want THEM to have.
Lively, too. Talky as a jaybird. With something smart to say on every subject: better than the radio.
My yardstick is how somebody treats me.
You’re wonderful. Unique. I love you.
I remember things the way they should have been.