Quote by: Carson McCullers

He waited for the black, terrible anger as though for some beast out of the night. But it did not come to him. His bowels seemed weighted with lead, and he walked slowly and lingered against fences and the cold, wet walls of buildings by the way. Descent into the depths until at last there was no further chasm below. He touched the solid bottom of despair and there took ease.


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Author Bio


  • NameCarson McCullers
  • DescriptionAmerican writer
  • BornFebruary 19, 1917
  • DiedSeptember 29, 1967
  • CountryUnited States Of America
  • ProfessionWoman Of Letters; Novelist; Playwright
  • WorksThe Heart Is A Lonely Hunter; The Member Of The Wedding
  • AwardsGuggenheim Fellowship