You don't know what it is to store up a lot of details and then come upon something real. Carson McCullers More Quotes by Carson McCullers More Quotes From Carson McCullers I´m a stranger in a strange land. Carson McCullers strangestrangerland I think we look for the differences in people because it makes us less lonely. Carson McCullers differenceslonelythinking The trouble with me is that for a long time I have just been an I person. All people belong to a We except me. Not to belong to a We makes you too lonesome. Carson McCullers troublelongpeople This 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. This music was her—the real plain her...This music did not take a long time or a short time. It did not have anything to do with time going by at all. She sat with her arms around her legs, biting her salty knee very hard. The whole world was this symphony, and there was not enough of her to listen... Now that it was over there was only her heart beating like a rabbit and this terrible hurt. Carson McCullers realhurtheart I have never gone to a doctor in my adult life, feeling instinctively that doctors meant either cutting or, just as bad, diet. Carson McCullers doctorscuttingfeelings But you haven't never loved God nor even nair person. You hard and tough as cowhide. But just the same I knows you. This afternoon you going to roam all over the place without never being satisfied. You 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 McCullers afternoonatheistheart I got to wear blinders all the time so I won't think sideways or in the past. Carson McCullers sidewayspastthinking ... and we are not alone in this slavery. there are millions of others throughout the world, of all colors and races and creeds. this we must remember. there are many of our people who hate the poor of the white race, and they hate us. the people in this town living by the river who work in the mills. people who are almost as much in need as we are ourselves. this hatred is a great evil, and no good can ever come from it... the injustice of need must bring us all together and not separate us. we must remember that we all make the things of this earth of value because of labor. Carson McCullers colorhaterace After the first establishment of identity there comes the imperative need to lose this new-found sense of separateness and to belong to something larger and more powerful than the weak, lonely self. The sense of moral isolation is intolerable to us. Carson McCullers powerfullonelyself 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. Carson McCullers differentfeelingswriting I have more to say than Hemingway, and God knows, I say it better than Faulkner. Carson McCullers god-knowsknows Next to music beer was best. Carson McCullers musicdrinkingfunny I live with the people I create and it has always made my essential loneliness less keen. Carson McCullers aquariumslonelinesswriting It was like she was cheated. Only nobody had cheated her. So there was nobody to take it out on. However, just the same she had that feeling. Cheated. Carson McCullers heart-is-a-lonely-huntercheatedfeelings The most fatal thing a man can do is try to stand alone. Carson McCullers freedomtryingmen The closest thing to being cared for is to care for someone else. Carson McCullers closestcarecaring It is a curious emotion, this certain homesickness I have in mind. With Americans, it is a national trait, as native to us as the roller-coaster or the jukebox. It is no simple longing for the home town or country of our birth. The emotion is Janus-faced: we are torn between a nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known. Carson McCullers simplehomecountry I must go home periodically to renew my sense of horror. Carson McCullers horrorhome I meditated on love and reasoned it out. I realized what is wrong with us. Men fall in love for the first time. And what do they fall in love with? ...They fall in love with a woman. They start at the wrong end of love. They begin at the climax. Can you wonder it is so miserable? Do you know how men should love? A tree. A rock. A cloud. Carson McCullers falling-in-lovecloudsmen 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. Carson McCullers coffinsnailsmistake
