[F]or us, death is stronger than life, it pulls like a wind through the dark, all our cries burlesqued in joyless laugther; and with the garbage of liveliness stuffed down us untill our guts burst bleeding green, we go screaming round the world, dying, in our rented rooms, nightmare hotels, eternal homes of the transient heart.
Truman CapoteAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist, Writer
- Nationality: american
- Born: September 30, 1924
- Died: August 25, 1984