# Carson McCullers

Carson McCullers (February 19, 1917 – September 29, 1967) was an American novelist, short-story writer, playwright, essayist, and poet. Her first novel, The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter (1940), explores the spiritual isolation of misfits and outcasts in a small town of the Southern United States. Her other novels have similar themes. Most are set in the Deep South.

## Quotes

* It is a curious emotion, this certain homesickness I have in mind. With Americans, it is a national trait, as native to us as the rollercoaster or the jukebox. It is no simple longing for the home town or the country of our birth. The emotion is Janus-faced: we are torn between a nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known.
** "Look Homeward, Americans", in Vogue magazine (December 1940), collected in The Mortgaged Heart (1971)
* This was the summer when for a long time she had not been a member. She belonged to no club and was a member of nothing in the world. Frankie had become an unjoined person who hung around in the doorways, and she was afraid.
** The Member of the Wedding (1946), ch. 1

### The Heart is a Lonely Hunter (1940)

* In his face there came to be a brooding peace that is seen most often in the faces of the very sorrowful or the very wise.
* "I'm one who knows. I'm a stranger in a strange land."
* "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."
* Maybe when people longed for a thing that bad the longing made them trust in anything that might give it to them.
* She wished there was some place where she could go to hum it out loud. Some kind of music was too private to sing in a house cram full of people. It was funny, too, how lonesome a person could be in a crowded house.
* I want—I want—I want—was all that she could think about—but just what this real want was she did not know.
* Because of the insolence of all the white race he was afraid to lose his dignity in friendliness.
* "It is far better for the profits of our purse to be taken from us than to be robbed of the riches of our minds and souls."
* "All we can do is go around telling the truth."
* The people dreamed and fought and slept as much as ever. And by habit they shortened their thoughts so that they would not wander out into the darkness beyond tomorrow.
* "The way I need you is a loneliness I cannot bear."
* "The most fatal thing a man can do is try to stand alone."
* And how can the dead be truly dead when they still live in the souls of those who are left behind?
* "I do not have any home. So why should I be homesick?"
* Next to music beer was best.

### The Ballad of the Sad Café (1951)

* If you walk along the main street on an August afternoon there is nothing whatsoever to do.
* Love is a joint experience between two persons—but the fact that it is a joint experience does not mean that it is a similar experience to the two people involved. There are the lover and the beloved, but these two come from different countries. Often the beloved is only a stimulus for all the stored-up love which has lain quiet within the lover for a long time hitherto.
* The curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being beloved is intolerable to many. The beloved fears and hates the lover, and with the best of reasons. For the lover is forever trying to strip bare his beloved. The lover craves any possible relation with the beloved, even if this experience can cause him only pain.
* The hearts of small children are delicate organs. A cruel beginning in this world can twist them into curious shapes. The heart of a hurt child can shrink so that forever afterward it is hard and pitted as the seed of a peach. Or again, the heart of such a child may fester and swell until it is a misery to carry within the body, easily chafed and hurt by the most ordinary things.

## See also

* William Sharp

## External links

* Encyclopedic article on Carson McCullers on Wikipedia