Quotes from Carson McCullers

Soms, als ze in het bleke schemerdonker over straat slenterde met de bitterzoete geur van stof en bloemen - lenteavonden met verlichte ramen en de langgerekte kreten voor het avondeten, wanneer de huiszwaluwen zich buitelend boven de stad verzamelden en samen naar hun nesten vlogen en de lucht leeg en wijd achterlieten - in die lange lenteschemer welde er een soort weemoed in haar op en verstarde haar hart, stokte bijna.

During these weeks there was a quality about Miss Amelia that many people noticed. She laughed often, with a deep ringing laugh, and her whistling had a sassy, tunefull trickery. She was forever trying out her strength, lifting up heavy objects or poking her tough biceps with her finger.

Because things accumulate around your name, said Berenice. You have a name and one thing after another happens to you, and you behave in various ways and do things, so that soon the name begins to have meaning. Things have accumulated around the name, if it is bad and you have a bad reputation, then you just can't jump out of your name and escape like that. And if it is good and you have a good reputation, then you should be content and satisfied.

He fluttered his eyelids, so that they were like pale, trapped moths in his sockets.

The whole world was this music and she could not listen hard enough.

This music did not take a long time or a short time. It did not have nothing to do with time going by at all.

In the beginning of dog days Frankie's cat had gone away. And the season of dog days is like this: it is the time at the end of the summer when as a rule nothing can happen - but if a change does come about, that change remains until dog days are over. Things that are done are not undone and a mistake once made is not corrected.

An army post in peacetime is a dull place. Things happen, but then they happen over and over again.

A fellow can't live without giving his passive acceptance to meanness.

The point is that we all caught. And we try in one way or another to widen ourself free. For instance, me and Ludie. When I was with Ludie, I didn't feel so caught. But then Ludie died. We go around trying one thing or another, but we caught anyhow.

They are all very busy people. In fact they are so busy that it will be hard for you to picture them. I do not mean that they work at their jobs all day and night but that they have much business in their minds always that does not let them rest

He did not wholly understand the intricate play of ideas and the complex phrases, but as he read he sensed a strong, who purpose behind the words and he felt that he almost understood.

Her face felt like it was scattered in pieces and she could not keep it straight. The feeling was a whole lot worse than being hungry for any dinner, yet it was like that. I want—I want—I want—was all that she could think about—but just what this real want was she did not know.

It was better to be in a jail where you could bang the walls than in a jail you could not see

Being mad is no good. Nothing we can do is any good. That's the way it seems to me. All we can do is go around telling the truth.

How can the dead be truly dead when they are still walking in my heart?

You see, it's like I'm two people. One of me is an educated man. I been in some of the biggest libraries in the country. I read. I read all the time. I read books that tell the pure honest truth. Over there in my suitcase I have books by Karl Marx and Thorstein Veblen and such writers as them. I read them over and over, and the more I study the madder I get.

we must remember that we all make the things of this earth of value because of labor.

were trying to dig up the roots of that big oak stump near the

But the hearts of small children are delicate organs. A cruel beginning in this world can twist them into curious shapes.

But remembering don't come to a man face forward—it corners around sideways.

el ambiente de un verdadero café tiene que reunir estas cualidades: compañerismo, satisfacción del estómago, y cierta alegría y gracia de modales.

Frances wanted the whole world to die.

And now, as a summer flower shatters in September ,it was finished.