“in her heart it didn't give her near the same feeling that music did. Nothing was really as good as music.” — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
It is music that causes the heart to broaden and the listener to grow cold with ecstasy and fright. — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
Nothing is so musical as the sound of pouring bourbon for the first drink on a Sunday morning. Not Bach or Schubert… — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
Sometimes this fellow's music was like little colored pieces of crystal candy, and other times it was the softest, saddest thing she… — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
“Wonderful music like this was the worst hurt there could be. The whole world was this symphony, and there was not enough… — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
She wished there was some place where she could go to hum it out loud. Some kind of music was too private… — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
The music left only this bad hurt in her, and a blankness. She could not remember any of the symphony, not even… — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
“But the music did not come again. The tune was left broken, unfinished. And the drawn tightness she could no longer stand.… — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
“Mister Singer reminded her of this music. She wished there was some place where she could go to hum it out loud.… — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
“What good was it? That was the question she would like to know. What the hell good was it. All the plans… — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
“And she could play the Beethoven symphony any time she wanted to. It was a queer thing about this music she had… — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
“But now no music was in her mind. That was a funny thing. It was like she was shut out from the… — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
This was her, Mick Kelly, walking in the daytime and by herself at night. In the hot sun and in the dark… — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
“Then at last the opening music came again, with all the different instruments bunched together for each note like a hard, tight… — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
“Because things accumulate around your name," said Berenice. "You have a name and one thing after another happens to you, and you behave in… — Carson McCullers Copy Share
It was like she was cheated. Only nobody had cheated her. So there was nobody to take it out on. However, just the same… — Carson McCullers Copy Share
“Love is a joint experience between two persons—but the fact that it is a joint experience does not mean that it is a similar… — Carson McCullers Copy Share
“He was like a man who had served a term in prison or had been to Harvard College or had left for a long… — Carson McCullers Copy Share
Comparing the Brooklyn that I know with Manhattan is like comparing a comfortable and complacent duenna to her more brilliant and neurotic sister. — Carson McCullers Copy Share
“Son, do you know how love should be begun?" The boy sat small and listening and still. Slowly he shook his head. The old… — Carson McCullers Copy Share
The dimensions of a work of art are seldom realized by the author until the work is accomplished. It is like a flowering dream.… — Carson McCullers Copy Share
Now hoppin'-john was F. Jasmine's very favorite food. She had always warned them to wave a plate of rice and peas before her nose… — Carson McCullers Copy Share
There's nothing that makes you so aware of the improvisation of human existence as a song unfinished. Or an old address book. — Carson McCullers Copy Share
“Maybe when people longed for a thing that bad the longing made them trust in anything that might give it to them . .… — Carson McCullers Copy Share
“But the music did not come again. The tune was left broken, unfinished. And the drawn tightness she could no longer stand. She felt… — Carson McCullers Copy Share
“...we must remember that we all make the things of this earth of value because of labor.” — Carson McCullers Copy Share
I have more to say than Hemingway, and God knows, I say it better than Faulkner. — Carson McCullers Copy Share
