Carson McCullers
Carson McCullers
Carson McCullerswas an American novelist, short story writer, playwright, essayist, and poet. Her first novel, The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter, explores the spiritual isolation of misfits and outcasts in a small town of the U.S. South. Her other novels have similar themes and most are set in the deep South...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth19 February 1917
CityColumbus, GA
CountryUnited States of America
memories night light
The memories of childhood have a strange shuttling quality, and areas of darkness ring the spaces of light. The memories of childhood are like clear candles in an acre of night, illuminating fixed scenes from surrounding darkness.
sunday afternoon sunday-afternoons
Sunday afternoons are the longest afternoons of all ...
mistake coffins noses
Now hoppin'-john was F. Jasmine's very favorite food. She had always warned them to wave a plate of rice and peas before her nose when she was in her coffin, to make certain there was no mistake; for if a breath of life was left in her, she would sit up and eat, but if she smelled the hopping-john, and did not stir, then they could just nail down the coffin and be certain she was truly dead.
pain hate forever
The curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being beloved is intolerable to many. The beloved fears and hates the lover, and with the best of reasons. For the lover is forever trying to strip bare his beloved. The lover craves any possible relation with the beloved, even if this experience can cause him only pain.
speak speak-the-truth
That was the best of all. To speak the truth and be attended.
secret way truth-is
And the curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being loved is intolerable to many.
doe persons knows
When a person knows and can't make the others understand, what does he do?
flower poverty resentment
Resentment is the most precious flower of poverty.
years wreckage columns
His own life seemed so solitary, a fragile column supporting nothing amidst the wreckage of the years.
journey form outlines
There was hope in him, and soon perhaps the outline of his journey would take form.
home homesick should
I do not have any home. So why should I be homesick?
writing feelings way
It was like they waited to tell each other things that had never been told before. What she had to say was terrible and afraid. But what he would tell her was so true that it would make everything all right. Maybe it was a thing that could not be spoken with words or writing. Maybe he would have to let her understand this in a different way. That was the feeling she had with him.
wise faces towns
In 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.
miracle understanding facts
There are those who know and those who don't know. And for every ten thousand who don't know there's only one who knows. That's the miracle of all time--the fact that these millions know so much but don't know this.