Elise Robbins

“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.”
― Carson McCullers, The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter

“It was almost three o'clock, the most stagnant hour in the day or night.”
― Carson McCullers, The Heart is a Lonely Hunter

“It was funny, too, how lonesome a person could be in a crowded house.”
― Carson McCullers, The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter

“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.”
― Carson McCullers, The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter