I´m a stranger in a strange land.
Carson McCullersTags: strangers
Owing to the fact he was a mute they were able to give him all the qualities they wanted him to have.
Carson McCullersTags: qualities
Day and night she had drudged and struggled and thrown her soul into her work, and there was not much of her left over for anything else. Being human, she suffered from this lack and did what she could to make up for it. If she passed the evening bent over a table in the library and later declared that she had spent that time playing cards, it was as though she had managed to do both those things. Through the lies, she lived vicariously. The lies doubled the little of her existence that was left over from work and augmented the little rag end of her personal life.
Carson McCullersTo the lost, transfixed among the self-inflicted ruins,
All that is non-air (if this indeed is not deception)
Is agony immobilized. While Time,
The endless idiot, runs screaming round the world.
The most fatal thing a man can do is try to stand alone.
Carson McCullersTags: liberty reason freedom change-the-world demonstrate
Sometimes this fellow's music was like little colored pieces of crystal candy, and other times it was the softest, saddest thing she had ever imagined about.
Carson McCullersIt 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 McCullersYou mind Ralph," she called back to Bubber. "Mind the gnats don't sit on his eyelids.
Carson McCullersWhen a person knows and can't
make the others understand, what does he do?
Resentment is the most precious flower of poverty.
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