Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Quote of the Day (Truman Capote, on New York “Like a Diamond Iceberg”)

“It is a myth, the city, the rooms and windows, the steam-spitting streets; for anyone, everyone, a different myth, an idol-head with traffic-light eyes winking a tender green, a cynical red. This island, floating in river water like a diamond iceberg, call it New York, name it whatever you like; the name hardly matters because, entering from the greater reality of elsewhere, one is only in search of a city, a place to hide, to lose or discover oneself, to make a dream wherein you prove that perhaps after all you are not an ugly duckling, but wonderful, and worthy of love, as you thought sitting on the stoop where the Fords went by; as you thought planning your search for a city.”—Truman Capote, “New York,” in Portraits and Observations: The Essays of Truman Capote (2007)

1 comment:

betsy said...

Poor Capote. In the end his New York friends turned on him for his published disloyalties, and he self-destucted.