Carson McCullers
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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
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.
real details stores
You don't know what it is to store up a lot of details and then come upon something real.
torture
Once you have lived with another, it is a great torture to have to live alone.
children heart world
But the hearts of small children are delicate organs. A cruel beginning in this world can twist them into curious shapes.
writing passion love-is
Love is the main generator of all good writing... Love, passion, compassion, are all welded together.
death gamer tricks
Death is the great gamer with a sleeve of tricks.
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.
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.
flower poverty resentment
Resentment is the most precious flower of poverty.
journey form outlines
There was hope in him, and soon perhaps the outline of his journey would take form.
running people events
For you see, when us people who know run into each other that's an event. It almost never happens. Sometimes we meet each other and neither guesses that the other is one who knows. That's a bad thing. It's happened to me a lot of times. But you see there are so few of us.
stupid mean wine
Wherever you look there’s meanness and corruption. This room, this bottle of grape wine, these fruits in the basket, are all products of profit and loss. A fellow can’t live without giving his passive acceptance to meanness. Somebody wears his tail to a frazzle for every mouthful we eat and every stitch we wear—and nobody seems to know. Everybody is blind, dumb, and blunt-headed—stupid and mean.
country children men
We live in the richest country in the world. There's plenty and to spare for no man, woman, or child to be in want. And in addition to this our country was founded on what should have been a great, true principle - the freedom, equality, and rights of each individual. Huh! And what has come of that start? There are corporations worth billions of dollars - and hundreds of thousands of people who don't get to eat.