The thinking mind is best controlled by the imagination.
CARSON MCCULLERSIt was better to be in a jail where you could bang the walls than in a jail you could not see.
More Carson McCullers Quotes
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His own life seemed so solitary, a fragile column supporting nothing amidst the wreckage of the years.
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The closest thing to being cared for is to care for someone else.
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The 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.
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Once you have lived with another, it is a great torture to have to live alone.
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Don’t you loathe it when doctors use the word ‘we’ when it applies only and solely to yourself?
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They are the we of me.
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I must go home periodically to renew my sense of horror.
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There is no stillness like the quiet of the first cold nights in the fall.
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She 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.
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Comparing the Brooklyn that I know with Manhattan is like comparing a comfortable and complacent duenna to her more brilliant and neurotic sister.
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All people belong to a We except me. Not to belong to a We makes you too lonesome.
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I got to wear blinders all the time so I won’t think sideways or in the past.
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But the hearts of small children are delicate organs. A cruel beginning in this world can twist them into curious shapes.
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But look what the Church has done to Jesus during the last two thousand years. What they have made of Him. How they have turned every word He spoke for their own vile ends. Jesus would be framed and in jail if he was living today.
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The 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.
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