The writer must hew the phantom rock.
CARSON MCCULLERSThe writer must hew the phantom rock.
CARSON MCCULLERSIt was like she was cheated. Only nobody had cheated her. So there was nobody to take it out on. However, just the same she had that feeling. Cheated.
CARSON MCCULLERSThe bewildered soul can answer only: “Since I do not understand ‘Who I am,’ I only know what I am not.” The corollary of this emotional incertitude is snobbism, intolerance and racial hate.
CARSON MCCULLERSAnd the curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being loved is intolerable to many.
CARSON MCCULLERSWriting, for me, is a search for God.
CARSON MCCULLERSIt is music that causes the heart to broaden and the listener to grow cold with ecstasy and fright.
CARSON MCCULLERSI was like a cat always climbing the wrong tree.
CARSON MCCULLERSHow can the dead be truly dead when they still live in the souls of those who are left behind?
CARSON MCCULLERSIt was better to be in a jail where you could bang the walls than in a jail you could not see.
CARSON MCCULLERSThe Heart is a Lonely Hunter had such an illumination, beginning my long search for the truth of the story and flashing light into the long two years ahead.
CARSON MCCULLERSShe was afraid of these things that made her suddenly wonder who she was, and what she was going to be in the world, and why she was standing at that minute, seeing a light, or listening, or staring up into the sky: alone.
CARSON MCCULLERSI meditated on love and reasoned it out. I realized what is wrong with us. Men fall in love for the first time. And what do they fall in love with? …They fall in love with a woman. They start at the wrong end of love. They begin at the climax.
CARSON MCCULLERSLove is the bridge that leads from the I sense to the We, and there is a paradox about personal love.
CARSON MCCULLERSNothing is so musical as the sound of pouring bourbon for the first drink on a Sunday morning. Not Bach or Schubert or any of those masters.
CARSON MCCULLERSjustice itself is a chimera, a delusion. Justice is not a flat yardstick, applied in equal measure to an equal situation.
CARSON MCCULLERSWe wander, question. But the answer waits in each separate heart – the answer of our own identity and the way by which we can master loneliness and feel that at last we belong.
CARSON MCCULLERS