There’s nothing that makes you so aware of the improvisation of human existence as a song unfinished. Or an old address book.
CARSON MCCULLERSThere’s nothing that makes you so aware of the improvisation of human existence as a song unfinished. Or an old address book.
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 MCCULLERSThe people dreamed and fought and slept as much as ever. And by habit they shortened their thoughts so that they would not wander out into the darkness beyond tomorrow.
CARSON MCCULLERSYou going to traipse all around like you haves to find something lost. You going to work yourself up with excitement. Your heart going to beat hard enough to kill you because you don’t love and don’t have peace. And then some day you going to bust loose and be ruined.
CARSON MCCULLERSFor you see, when us people who know run into each other that’s an event. It almost never happens. Sometimes we meet each other and neither guesses that the other is one who knows. That’s a bad thing. It’s happened to me a lot of times. But you see there are so few of us.
CARSON MCCULLERSYou don’t know what it is to store up a lot of details and then come upon something real.
CARSON MCCULLERSThe 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 MCCULLERSI run these little pieces of myself through her and I come out complete. Now do you follow me?
CARSON MCCULLERSComparing the Brooklyn that I know with Manhattan is like comparing a comfortable and complacent duenna to her more brilliant and neurotic sister.
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 MCCULLERSThe Heart is a Lonely Hunter.
CARSON MCCULLERSLove is the main generator of all good writing… Love, passion, compassion, are all welded together.
CARSON MCCULLERSOnce you have lived with another, it is a great torture to have to live alone.
CARSON MCCULLERSThe thinking mind is best controlled by the imagination.
CARSON MCCULLERSShe wished there was some place where she could go to hum it out loud. Some kind of music was too private to sing in a house cram fall of people. It was funny, too, how lonesome a person could be in a crowded house.
CARSON MCCULLERSWherever you look there’s meanness and corruption. This room, this bottle of grape wine, these fruits in the basket, are all products of profit and loss.
CARSON MCCULLERS