William Weathersby

“،درد را دوسـت نـدارم
،هـرگز هـم آن را دوســت نـخـواهـم داشـت
....ولی باید اذعـان کـنـم که آمـوزگارِ خـوبی اســت”
― Christian Bobin

“Day and night she had drudged and struggled and thrown her soul into her work, and there was not much of her left over for anything else. Being human, she suffered from this lack and did what she could to make up for it. If she passed the evening bent over a table in the library and later declared that she had spent that time playing cards, it was as though she had managed to do both those things. Through the lies, she lived vicariously. The lies doubled the little of her existence that was left over from work and augmented the little rag end of her personal life.”
― Carson McCullers, The Ballad of the Sad Café and Other Stories

“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, The Ballad of the Sad Café and Other Stories

“The trouble with me is that for a long time I have just been an I person. All people belong to a We except me. Not to belong to a We makes you too lonesome.”
― Carson McCullers, The Member of the Wedding