I want to still be me when I wake up one fine morning and have breakfast at Tiffany´s.
Truman CapoteRead
Past certain ages or certain wisdoms it is very difficult to look with wonder; it is best done when one is a child; after that, and if you are lucky, you will find a bridge of childhood and walk across it.
Interpretation
As we age, it becomes harder to experience wonder, a feeling often found in childhood, but it is possible to reconnect with that sense through memories.
Truman Capote's quote reflects on how the innocence and wonder of childhood often fade as we grow older. He suggests that while looking at the world with wonder becomes increasingly difficult with maturity, there is hope; one can find a 'bridge of childhood'—memories and experiences—that allows one to reconnect with that innate sense of awe and joy.
In practice
In a speech about embracing creativity in adulthood, one might invoke this quote to emphasize the importance of retaining a sense of wonder.
I want to still be me when I wake up one fine morning and have breakfast at Tiffany´s.
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