There's nothing that makes you so aware of the improvisation of human existence as a song unfinished. Or an old address book.
Carson McCullersThe music left only this bad hurt in her, and a blankness. She could not remember any of the symphony, not even the last few notes. She tried to remember, but no sound at all came to her. Now that it was over there was only her heart like a rabbit and this terrible hurt.
Carson McCullersWherever you look thereโs meanness and corruption. This room, this bottle of grape wine, these fruits in the basket, are all products of profit and loss. A fellow canโt live without giving his passive acceptance to meanness. Somebody wears his tail to a frazzle for every mouthful we eat and every stitch we wearโand nobody seems to know. Everybody is blind, dumb, and blunt-headedโstupid and mean.
Carson McCullers