There’s nothing that makes you so aware of the improvisation of human existence as a song unfinished. Or an old address book.

Carson McCullers (1917–1967), American writer (b. Lula Carson Smith)
The Ballad of the Sad Cafe, “The Sojourner” [Ferris] (1951)
Added on 27-Feb-08 | Last updated 27-Feb-08
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