In the face of brutality I was prudent. Before injustice I held my peace. I sacrificed the things in hand for the… — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
But no value has been put on human life; it is given to us free and taken without being paid for. What… — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
Because in some men it is in them to give up everything personal at some time, before it ferments and poisons--throw it… — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
People felt themselves watching him even before they knew that there was anything different about him. His eyes made a person think… — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
In the face of brutality I was prudent. Before injustice I held my peace. I sacrificed the things in hand for the… — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
Day and night she had drudged and struggled and thrown her soul into her work, and there was not much of her… — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
For in a swift radiance of illumination he saw a glimpse of human struggle and valor. Of the endless fluid passage of… — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
The human heart is a lonely hunter-but the search for us southerners is more anguished… — 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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
