justice itself is a chimera, a delusion. Justice is not a flat yardstick, applied in equal measure to an equal situation.
CARSON MCCULLERSjustice itself is a chimera, a delusion. Justice is not a flat yardstick, applied in equal measure to an equal situation.
CARSON MCCULLERSIn his face there came to be a brooding peace that is seen most often in the faces of the very sorrowful or the very wise. But still he wandered through the streets of the town, always silent and alone.
CARSON MCCULLERSI´m a stranger in a strange land.
CARSON MCCULLERSI was like a cat always climbing the wrong tree.
CARSON MCCULLERSI live with the people I create and it has always made my essential loneliness less keen.
CARSON MCCULLERSI’m not explaining this right. What happened was this. There were these beautiful feelings and loose little pleasures inside me. And this woman was something like an assembly line for my soul.
CARSON MCCULLERSDeath is the great gamer with a sleeve of tricks.
CARSON MCCULLERSWhat are the sources of an illumination? To me, they come after hours of searching and keeping my soul ready. Yet they come in a flash, as a religious phenomenon.
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 MCCULLERSCan you wonder it is so miserable? Do you know how men should love? A tree. A rock. A cloud.
CARSON MCCULLERSBeing human, she suffered from this lack and did what she could to make up for it. If she passed the evening bent over a table in the library and later declared that she had spent that time playing cards, it was as though she had managed to do both those things.
CARSON MCCULLERSThis was her, Mick Kelly, walking in the daytime and by herself at night. In the hot sun and in the dark with all the plans and feelings.
CARSON MCCULLERSBut the hearts of small children are delicate organs. A cruel beginning in this world can twist them into curious shapes.
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 seed of the idea is developed by both labor and the unconscious, and the struggle that goes on between them.
CARSON MCCULLERSBut no value has been put on human life; it is given to us free and taken without being paid for. What is it worth?
CARSON MCCULLERS