Truman Capote goes up to the counter and orders a caffé latte. As he pays for the drink, he accidentally drops the contents of his wallet on the counter. The barista looks down at the money and then up at Capote demurely. “Hi there, stranger,” she says. “My name is Holly.” “Trust me,” says Harper Lee, suddenly appearing as if from nowhere. “You’re barking up the wrong tree.”
«Oh, ci si abitua a tutto,» risposi, irritato con me stesso, perché in realtà ero orgoglioso della mia sistemazione.
«Io no. Non mi abituo mai a niente, io. Chi si abitua a tutto tanto vale che muoia.»
Of all things this was saddest, that life goes on: if one leaves one’s lover, life should stop for him, and if one disappears from the world, then the world should stop, too: and it never did. And that was the real reason for most people getting up in the morning: not because it would matter but because it wouldn’t.
10 years ago on September 30 (coinciding with Truman Capote’s actual birthday), audiences see the award winning and critically acclaimed performance of the late Philip Seymour Hoffman for the first time. RIP.
You call yourself a free spirit, a “wild thing”, and you’re terrified somebody’s gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you’re already in that cage. You built it yourself. And its not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It’s wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.
“None of us really wants to be known, to be exposed, to be found out. We want to keep part of ourselves
— the sources of our deepest vulnerabilities
— hidden, both to ourselves and to others. And yet sometimes, despite our best efforts, our hearts peek out, and we want to sneak off and sit with our heads in our hands and softly let the words ‘oh boy’ exhale out of our mouths.”
— Philip Seymour Hoffman (July 23, 1967
February 2, 2014)