She was afraid of these things that made her suddenly wonder who she was, and what she was going to be in the world, and why she was standing at that minute, seeing a light, or listening, or staring up into the sky: alone.
CARSON MCCULLERSShe was afraid of these things that made her suddenly wonder who she was, and what she was going to be in the world, and why she was standing at that minute, seeing a light, or listening, or staring up into the sky: alone.
CARSON MCCULLERSBut the hearts of small children are delicate organs. A cruel beginning in this world can twist them into curious shapes.
CARSON MCCULLERSTo know who you are, you have to have a place to come from.
CARSON MCCULLERSThere are the lover and the beloved, but these two come from different countries.
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 MCCULLERSResentment is the most precious flower of poverty.
CARSON MCCULLERSAs often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known.
CARSON MCCULLERSThe most fatal thing a man can do is try to stand alone.
CARSON MCCULLERSDon’t you loathe it when doctors use the word ‘we’ when it applies only and solely to yourself?
CARSON MCCULLERSThe lover craves any possible relation with the beloved, even if this experience can cause him only pain.
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 MCCULLERSWe live in the richest country in the world. There’s plenty and to spare for no man, woman, or child to be in want.
CARSON MCCULLERSThe writer by nature of his profession is a dreamer and a conscious dreamer. He must imagine, and imagination takes humility, love and great courage. How can you create a character without live and the struggle that goes with love?
CARSON MCCULLERSA seed grows in writing as in nature. The seed of the idea is developed by both labor and the unconscious, and the struggle that goes on between them.
CARSON MCCULLERSYou don’t know what it is to store up a lot of details and then come upon something real.
CARSON MCCULLERSThe writer is by nature a dreamer – a conscious dreamer.
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