Failure is the condiment that gives success its flavor.
It may be normal, darling; but I'd rather be natural.
I don't want to own anything until I find a place where me and things go together.
Anyone who ever gave you confidence, you owe them a lot.
Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring.
The village of Holcomb stands on the high wheat plains of western Kansas, a lonesome area that other Kansans call “out there.
More tears are shed over answered prayers than unanswered ones.
He loved her, he loved her, and until he'd loved her she had never minded being alone....
It’s better to look at the sky than live there
You can love somebody without it being like that. You keep them a stranger, a stranger who's a friend.
But I'm not a saint yet. I'm an alcoholic. I'm a drug addict. I'm homosexual. I'm a genius.
You can't blame a writer for what the characters say.
You can’t give your heart to a wild thing.
Home is where you feel at home. I'm still looking.
I love New York, even though it isn't mine, the way something has to be, a tree or a street or a house, something, anyway, that belongs to me because I belong to it.
To me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it's about, but the music the words make.
I don't care what anybody says about me as long as it isn't true.
Everybody has to feel superior to somebody," she said. "But it's customary to present a little proof before you take the privilege.
Never love a wild thing...If you let yourself love a wild thing. You'll end up looking at the sky.
Life is a moderately good play with a badly written third act.
I told you: you can make yourself love anybody.
Don't wanna sleep, don't wanna die, just wanna go a-travellin' through the pastures of the sky
Would you reach in the drawer there and give me my purse. A girl doesn't read this sort of thing without her lipstick.
I loved her enough to forget myself, my self pitying despairs, and be content that something she thought happy was going to happen.
We don't belong to each other: he's an independent, and so am I.
Good luck and believe me, dearest Doc - it's better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear.
Leave it to me: I'm always top banana in the shock department.
Finishing a book is just like you took a child out in the back yard and shot it.
I'm very scared, Buster. Yes, at last. Because it could go on forever. Not knowing what's yours until you've thrown it away.
It is no shame to have a dirty face- the shame comes when you keep it dirty.
Reading dreams. That's what started her walking down the road. Every day she'd walk a little further: a mile, and come home. Two miles, and come home. One day she just kept on.
It should take you about four seconds to walk from here to the door. I'll give you two.
Love should be allowed. I’m all for it. Now that I’ve got a pretty good idea what it is.
You're wonderful. Unique. I love you.
There is only one unpardonable sin--deliberate cruelty. All else can be forgiven.
I'll never get used to anything. Anybody that does they might as well be dead.
But it's Sunday, Mr. Bell. Clocks are slow on Sundays.
Just remember: If one bird carried every grain of sand, grain by grain, across the ocean, by the time he got them all on the other side, that would only be the beginning of eternity.
What I found does the most good is just to get into a taxi and go to Tiffany's. It calms me down right away, the quietness and the proud look of it;nothing very bad could happen to you there.
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.
[L]ove, having no geography, knows no boundaries.
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.
Well, I'm about as tall as a shotgun, and just as noisy.
The wind is us-- it gathers and remembers all our voices, then sends them talking and telling through the leaves and the fields.
I am always drawn back to places where I have lived, the houses and their neighborhoods.
All literature is gossip
Wrinkles and bones, white hair and diamonds: I can't wait.
A conversation is a dialogue, not a monologue. That's why there are so few good conversations: due to scarcity, two intelligent talkers seldom meet.
Imagination, of course, can open any door - turn the key and let terror walk right in.
She had only one flaw. She was perfect, otherwise she was perfect.
There were hints of sunrise on the rim of the sky, yet it was still dark, and the traces of morning color were like goldfish swimming in ink.
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.
Our real fears are the sounds of footsteps walking in the corridors of our minds, and the anxieties, the phantom floatings, they create.
Have you never heard what the wise man say : all of the future exists in the past.
I despise people who can't control themselves.
Still, when all is said, somewhere one must belong: even the soaring falcon returns to its master's wrist.
Writing has laws of perspective, of light and shade just as painting does, or music. If you are born knowing them, fine. If not, learn them. Then rearrange the rules to suit yourself.
I thought that Mr. Clutter was a very nice gentleman. I thought so right up to the moment that I cut his throat.
I don't want to own anything until I know I've found the place where me and things belong together. I'm not quite sure where that is just yet. But I know what it's like.
Oh Jesus God we did belong to each other. He was mine.
Dizzy with excitement is no mere phrase.
It's a scientific fact that if you stay in California you lose one point of your IQ every year.
She sounds the way bananas taste.
I believe more in the scissors than I do in the pencil.
If a man doesn't like baseball, then he must like horses, and if he doesn't like either of them, well, I'm in trouble anyway: he don't like girls.
A disquieting loneliness came into my life, but it induced no hunger for friends of longer acquaintance: they seemed now like a salt-free, sugarless diet.
Oh, I adore to cook. It makes me feel so mindless in a worthwhile way.
You don't run out on people; you run out on yourself.
Think of nothing things think of wind
The average personality re-shapes frequently, every few years even our bodies undergo a complete overhaul-desirable or not, it is a natural thing that we should change.
We all, sometimes, leave each other there under the skies, and we never understand why.
You got to want it to be good, and I don't want it.
I'd rather have cancer than a dishonest heart. Which isn't being pious. Just practical. Cancer may cool you, but the other's sure to.
I want to still be me when I wake up one fine morning and have breakfast at Tiffany´s.
It's redundant to die in Los Angeles.
My yardstick is how somebody treats me.
And in this moment, like a swift intake of breath, the rain came.
Are the dead as lonesome as the living?
The problem with living outside the law is that you no longer have its protection.
I've tried to believe, but I don't, I can't, and there's no use pretending.
Venice is like eating an entire box of chocolate liqueurs in one go.
Be anything but a coward, a pretender, an emotional crook, a whore: I'd rather have cancer than a dishonest heart.
He’d always been willing to confess his faults, for, by admitting them, it was as if he made them no longer exist.
She is pure Alice in Wonderland, and her appearance and demeanor are a nicely judged mix of the Red Queen and a Flamingo.
I suppose you think I'm very brazen. Or très fou. Or something.' Not at all.' She seemed disappointed. 'Yes, you do. Everybody does. I don't mind. It's useful.
I thought of the future, and spoke of the past.
I couldn't understand a sense of unease that multiplied until I could hear my heart beating.
There’s got to be something wrong with us. To do what we did.
She's such a goddamn liar maybe she don't know herself anymore.
Those fellows, they're always crying over killers. Never a thought for the victims.
Lively, too. Talky as a jaybird. With something smart to say on every subject: better than the radio.
A beautiful day with the buoyancy of a bird.
I don't think I've ever drunk champagne before breakfast before. With breakfast on several occasions, but never before before.
[Y]outh is hardly human: it can't be, for the young never believe they will die...especially would they never believe that death comes, and often, in forms other than the natural one.
She was a triumph over ugliness, so often more beguiling than real beauty, if only because it contains paradox.
The enemy was anyone who was someone he wanted to be or who had anything he wanted to have.
He wants awfully to be inside staring out: anybody with their nose pressed against a glass is liable to look stupid.
I know the next best thing is often the very best.
Shoot, boy, the country's just fulla folks what knows everything, and don't understand nothing, just fullofem.
Friendship is a pretty full-time occupation if you really are friendly with somebody. You can't have too many friends because then you're just not really friends.