There’s nothing that makes you so aware of the improvisation of human existence as a song unfinished. Or an old address book.
CARSON MCCULLERSThe Heart is a Lonely Hunter.
More Carson McCullers Quotes
-
-
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 MCCULLERS -
They are the we of me.
CARSON MCCULLERS -
People, unless they are nilly-willy or very sick, cannot be taken into the hands and be changed overnight into somthing more worth-while and profitable.
CARSON MCCULLERS -
The writer must hew the phantom rock.
CARSON MCCULLERS -
Sometimes this fellow’s music was like little colored pieces of crystal candy, and other times it was the softest, saddest thing she had ever imagined about.
CARSON MCCULLERS -
There are the lover and the beloved, but these two come from different countries.
CARSON MCCULLERS -
Love is the main generator of all good writing… Love, passion, compassion, are all welded together.
CARSON MCCULLERS -
But the hearts of small children are delicate organs. A cruel beginning in this world can twist them into curious shapes.
CARSON MCCULLERS -
Nothing 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 MCCULLERS -
All we can do is go around telling the truth.
CARSON MCCULLERS -
Jesus would be framed and in jail if he was living today.
CARSON MCCULLERS -
The thinking mind is best controlled by the imagination.
CARSON MCCULLERS -
Doctors, by God; washing their hands, looking out windows, fiddling with dreadful things while you are stretched out on a table or half undressed on a chair.
CARSON MCCULLERS -
I want – I want – I want – was all that she could think about – but just what this real want was she did not know.
CARSON MCCULLERS -
The mind is like a richly woven tapestry in which the colors are distilled from the experiences of the senses, and the design drawn from the convolutions of the intellect.
CARSON MCCULLERS