And in addition to this our country was founded on what should have been a great, true principle – the freedom, equality, and rights of each individual. Huh! And what has come of that start?
CARSON MCCULLERSAnd in addition to this our country was founded on what should have been a great, true principle – the freedom, equality, and rights of each individual. Huh! And what has come of that start?
CARSON MCCULLERSI´m a stranger in a strange land.
CARSON MCCULLERSThe writer must hew the phantom rock.
CARSON MCCULLERSShe stood in front of the mirror a long time, and finally decided she either looked like a sap or else she looked very beautiful. One or the other.
CARSON MCCULLERSThe memories of childhood have a strange shuttling quality, and areas of darkness ring the spaces of light.
CARSON MCCULLERSAll we can do is go around telling the truth.
CARSON MCCULLERSMaybe it was a thing that could not be spoken with words or writing. Maybe he would have to let her understand this in a different way. That was the feeling she had with him.
CARSON MCCULLERSThe world is certainty a sudden place.
CARSON MCCULLERSDay and night she had drudged and struggled and thrown her soul into her work, and there was not much of her left over for anything else.
CARSON MCCULLERSThe human heart is a lonely hunter-but the search for us southerners is more anguished.
CARSON MCCULLERSThe trouble with me is that for a long time I have just been an I person.
CARSON MCCULLERSLove is the bridge that leads from the I sense to the We, and there is a paradox about personal love.
CARSON MCCULLERSThe music left only this bad hurt in her, and a blankness. She could not remember any of the symphony, not even the last few notes. She tried to remember, but no sound at all came to her. Now that it was over there was only her heart like a rabbit and this terrible hurt.
CARSON MCCULLERSThis fear is one of the horrors of an author’s life. Where does work come from? What chance, what small episode will start the chain of creation?
CARSON MCCULLERSThe curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being beloved is intolerable to many.
CARSON MCCULLERSThere’s nothing that makes you so aware of the improvisation of human existence as a song unfinished. Or an old address book.
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