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It was like they waited to tell each other things that had never been told before. What she had to say was terrible and afraid. But what he would tell her was so true that it would make everything all right. Maybe it was a thing that could not be spoken with words or writing. Maybe he would have to let her understand this in a different way. That was the feeling she had with him.
Carson McCullers
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The human heart is a lonely hunter-but the search for us southerners is more anguished.
Carson McCullers
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There is no stillness like the quiet of the first cold nights in the fall.
Carson McCullers
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Sunday afternoons are the longest afternoons of all.
Carson McCullers
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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.
Carson McCullers
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Writing, for me, is a search for God.
Carson McCullers
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It 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 McCullers
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Coming down was the hardest part of any climbing.
Carson McCullers
