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
struggle ideas goes-on
The seed of the idea is developed by both labor and the unconscious, and the struggle that goes on between them.
dream art struggle
The dimensions of a work of art are seldom realized by the author until the work is accomplished. It is like a flowering dream. Ideas grow, budding silently, and there are a thousand illuminations coming day by day as the work progresses. A 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.
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.
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?