“But listen! Wherever you look there's meanness and corruption. This room, this bottle of grape wine, these fruits in the basket, are all products of profit and loss. A fellow can't live without giving his passive acceptance to meanness. Somebody… — 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 various ways and do things, so that soon the name begins to have meaning. Things have accumulated around the name, if it is bad and you have a bad reputation, then you just can't jump out… — 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 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
