Summer

“If I do feel guilty, I guess it's because I let him go on dreaming when I wasn't dreaming a bit.”
― Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s and Three Stories

“I loved her enough to forget myself, my self-pitying despairs, and be content that something she thought happy was going to happen.”
― Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s and Three Stories

“Do you love him?" " I told you: you can make yourself love anybody.”
― Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s and Three Stories

“Nothing is free. Everything has to be paid for. For every profit in one thing, payment in some other thing. For every life, a death. Even your music, of which we have heard so much, that had to be paid for. Your wife was the payment for your music. Hell is now satisfied.”
― Ted Hughes, The Tiger's Bones