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Truman Capote

Summer Crossing

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  • boydhas quoted9 years ago
    It was not that she meant to be cold; rather, she meant nothing, felt little, except, perhaps, a fallen-in, ironed-out apathy.
  • boydhas quoted9 years ago
    a flag, a flower, your sweetheart’s name? This isn’t going to hurt a bit. But it had hurt; G-R-A-D-Y, the letters of her name, blue and red and linked with a line, were still afire, so he bought a bottle of baby oil, and sat on an open-top Fifth Avenue bus massaging it into his wrist.
  • boydhas quoted9 years ago
    All this would go on, these waves, these sea roses shedding sun-dried petals on the sand; if I die, all this will go on: and she resented that it should.
  • boydhas quoted9 years ago
    “How long have you known me, Peter?”
    Peter said, “Since you made me cry
  • boydhas quoted9 years ago
    If he had a Milky Way he always gave his mama half.
  • boydhas quoted9 years ago
    Starless nightfall sky had closed down like a coffin lid, and the avenue, with its newsstands of disaster and flickering fly-buzz sounds of neon, seemed an elongated, stagnant corpse. The pavement was wet with a rain of electric color; passersby, stained by these humid glares, changed color with chameleon alacrity: Grady’s lips turned green, then purple. Murder! Their faces hidden behind tabloid masks, a group, steaming under a streetlamp and waiting for a bus, gazed into the printed eyes of a youthful killer.
  • boydhas quoted9 years ago
    Dazed, and moving with a clumsy stealth, she’d gathered the ingredients of a cake; but in separating her eggs she’d dropped a yolk into a bowl of whites, and she stood now staring at her mistake as though she’d reached an impasse not ever to be surmounted.
  • boydhas quoted9 years ago
    but at least she permitted him enough truth to account more or less accurately for all the life she had lived away from him
  • boydhas quoted9 years ago
    One Monday, which was Clyde’s day off, they had gone to a shooting gallery and he had won the lighter there and given it to her: since then she liked lighting everybody’s cigarettes
  • boydhas quoted9 years ago
    And she took to wearing the thinnest dresses she could buy, dresses so thin that every leaf-shadow or wind-ripple was a coolness that stroked her; but she would not eat, she liked only to drink Coca-Cola and smoke cigarettes and drive her car, and she became so flat and skinny that the thin dresses blew all around her.
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