“Love is the bridge that leads from the I sense to the We , and there is a paradox about personal love.… — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
... and we are not alone in this slavery. there are millions of others throughout the world, of all colors and races… — 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
We live in the richest country in the world. There's plenty and to spare for no man, woman, or child to be… — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
She was afraid of these things that made her suddenly wonder who she was, and what she was going to be in… — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
But the hearts of small children are delicate organs. A cruel beginning in this world can twist them into curious shapes. The… — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
Falling in love is the easiest thing in the world. It's standing in love that matters. — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
But the hearts of small children are delicate organs. A cruel beginning in this world can twist them into curious shapes. — 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
