“I wish I could take a huge eraser and erase something” – Weekend
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65 years ago, in the fall of 1958, Truman Capote’s story “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” was published. The story of a young girl trying to adapt to life in a big city became the writer’s most famous book and firmly linked his name with the image of Holly Golightly. Once, fending off regular questions from journalists about the origin of the heroine’s image, Capote even declared: “Holly Golightly is me.” We re-read his interview and found out how he himself adapted to life.
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I’m not exactly an unhappy person. I just don’t know anyone who I could in good conscience call happy. If a person is absolutely happy, he must be incredibly stupid. Only complete fools and gentle idiots are happy, spending their lives in the rays of the spring sun.
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I always imagined myself as a calf with two heads. Actually, I don’t have much to add to this. I have never been psychoanalyzed and have never been to a psychiatrist. Now I consider myself a mentally healthy person. I work through all my problems in my works.
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Some of my friends think that when I tell them things, I tend to change things or complicate them. I myself simply call it “revive,” a kind of art form. But art and truth do not have to be crossed.
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The only pain that truly hurts is the one that takes you by surprise. And it’s hard to take me by surprise. Although several times I was outraged.
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I do not want to suffer. But the thought that one day I might fall asleep and not wake up doesn’t bother me much. At least it would be something new.
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It seems absurd and even indecent to me that the entire cosmetic and medical industry is based on a thirst for youth, fear of age and horror of death. Who the hell wants to live forever? Obviously most of us; but this is complete idiocy. After all, there is such a thing as satiety with life – the point at which life becomes forced and repeats itself.
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I can accept anything: a furnished room on a Detroit alley or a luxurious old apartment. What I couldn’t survive was the happy medium: the sound of lawn mowers and garden sprinklers, a two-car garage and a two-story house. Well, I never said I wasn’t a snob. I only said that I am not afraid of poverty.
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Honestly, I don’t care what they say about me in the press or in private conversations. When I was young and just starting to publish, this was not the case. And now it remains not so, but only in one area: I can still be very upset by betrayal from those with whom I treat well.
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One day, a long time ago, I found out that my 18-year-old friend was having a full-blown affair with his stepmother. It shocked me then, of course, now I look at that situation differently and think that, most likely, this relationship brought benefits to both of them. Since then, no moral-sexual agreements have caused me surprise, not to mention shock.
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Every person at some point in his life wanted to kill someone. As for me, if I decided to realize this desire, I would probably equal Jack the Ripper. But even just thinking about it is very entertaining: the planning, the preparation, the surprise and remorse on the face of the villain turning into a victim. Very relaxing, better than counting sheep.
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I think I could succeed at anything I wanted to do. I would make a first-class lawyer, and I could certainly succeed in business; If my goal was to make money, I would be one of the richest people in the world. But it just so happened that since childhood, what was always in my head and dominated my inner self was art, creativity and writing. That’s how I became an artist.
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Every consistent person has a head made of dough. My head may be made of something strange, but it’s definitely not dough.
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Friendship is a full-time job. If you have too many friends, then you simply don’t know how to be friends. Those whom I truly consider friends, if they were in the hospital, I would visit every day.
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I’m not afraid of many things that everyone else is afraid of. I’m not afraid of murderers. I’m not afraid of crime. About four years ago a funny thing happened to me. I was walking home around two in the morning, and three guys were walking in front of me. Suddenly they dispersed and I realized that they were going to attack me or rob me. I had a fountain pen in my pocket, I took it out and, as they approached me, I spoke: “Ladies and gentlemen, WNEW is on the air. Now you will witness a robbery on First Avenue. Truman Capote speaking.” The guys laughed and walked me home.
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I never keep letters. It’s a shame, by the way, because a couple of times I received some fantastic letters. But everything goes into the incinerator. I don’t even open them. They are stacked in my apartment, waiting to go into the oven.
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I wish I could take a huge eraser and erase something. No, no, not my texts. But there are some people I would literally want to blowtorch out of my life.
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Believe it or not, I have never had to do anything purely for money. But if I’m going to do something, let’s just say I want to get paid.
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The difference between rich people and ordinary people is that the rich are served delicious vegetables. Small, newborn vegetables, barely out of the ground. Baby corn, baby peas, baby lambs – all very fresh, barely out of the world.
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I don’t think of myself in terms of relationships with other writers because I don’t write about the same things other writers write about and don’t have common interests with them.
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Vultures are cute and free. Nobody likes them. Nobody cares what they do. If you are a vulture, you don’t have to worry about enemies or friends. You’re just flapping your wings, having a good time and looking for something to eat.
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