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To Wake Up One Morning And Feel That I Was A Last A Grown-up Person, Emptied Of Resentment, Vengeful Thoughts And Other Wasteful Childish Emotions. To Find Myself, In Other Words, An Adult. Truman Capote

Oh, I Adore To Cook. It Makes Me Feel So Mindless In A Worthwhile Way.

I'll Never Get Used To Anything. Anybody That Does They Might As Well Be Dead.

So The Days, The Last Days, Blow About In A Memory, Hazy Autumnal, All Alike As Leaves: Until A Day Unlike Any Other I've Lived

Are There Any Writers On The Literary Scene Whom I Consider Truly Great? Yes: Truman Capote.