Now hoppin'-john was F. Jasmine's very favorite food. She had always warned them to wave a plate of rice and peas before… — 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
“What did he understand? Nothing. Where was he headed? Nowhere. What did he want? To know. What? A meaning. Why? A riddle.” — 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
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
“You are walking down a street and you meet somebody. Anybody. And you look at each other. And you are you. And… — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
I have never gone to a doctor in my adult life, feeling instinctively that doctors meant either cutting or, just as bad,… — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
A writer soon discovers he has no single identity but lives the lives of all the people he creates and his weathers… — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
His own life seemed so solitary, a fragile column supporting nothing amidst the wreckage of the years. — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
This fear is one of the horrors of an author's life. Where does work come from? What chance, what small episode will… — 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
