He can give me what you cannot. Death is not a lover. Oh yes, he is. — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“When we're all gone at last then there'll be nobody here but death and his days will be numbered too.” — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Not all dying words are true and this blessing is no less real for being shorn of its ground. — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“In the end we all come to be cured of our sentiments. Those whom life does not cure death will.” — cormac mccarthy Copy Share Image
“He said the right dreams for a man in peril were dreams of peril and all else was the call of languor… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
The closest bonds we will ever know are bonds of grief. The deepest community one of sorrow. — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“How would you know if you were the last man on Earth? He said. I don't guess you would know it. You'd… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
They say death comes like a thief in the night, where is he? I'll hug his neck. — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“You can stay here with your papa and die or you can go with me… You'll be all right.” — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“What do you think death is, man? Of whom do we speak when we speak of a man who was and is… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“It is not to be thought that the life of darkness is sunk in misery and lost as if in sorrowing. There… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“You can think of me as a faithless slut if you like. I've taken a new lover. He can give me what… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Every man's death is standing in for every other. And since death comes to all there is no way to abate the… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Lastly he looked at the face so caved and drawn among the folds of funeral cloth, the yellowed moustache, the eyelids paper… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“I think maybe they are watching, he said. They are watching for a thing that even death cannot undo and if they… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“In the end we all come to be cured of our sentiments. Those whom life does not cure, death will. The world… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
And the dreams so rich in color. How else would death call you? Waking in the cold dawn it all turned to… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
What do you believe? I believe that the last and the first suffer equally. Pari passu. Equally? It is not alone in… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“The dead boy in his arms hung with his head back and those partly opened eyes beheld nothing at all out of… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“The dust the party raised was quickly dispersed and lost in the immensity of that landscape and there was no dust other… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
It was the nature of his profession that his experience with death should be greater than for most and he said that… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“You know we talked about where people go when they die. I just believe you go someplace and I seen her layin… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Where hunters and woodcutters once slept in their boots by the dying light of their thousand fires and went on, old teutonic… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
In the end we all come to be cured of our sentiments. Those whom life does not cure death will. The world… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“The father dead has euchered the son out of his patrimony. For it is the death of the father to which the… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“I've seen all I want to see and I know all I want to know. I just look forward to death. He… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Every road ends in death. Or worse. Every friendship. Every love. Torment, betrayal, loss, suffering, pain, age, indignity, and hideous lingering illness.… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“It was an old hunter in camp and the hunter shared tobacco with him and told him of the buffalo and the… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Now the son whose father's existance in this world is historical and speculative even before the son has entered it in a… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“I don't believe in God. Can you understand that? Look around you man. Cant you see? The clamor and din of those… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Don't fear Death. Its only gonna help you die faster, its not gonna help you live.” — cormac Mccarthy Copy Share Image
“There were times when he sat watching the boy sleep that he would begin to sob uncontrollably but it wasn't about death.… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Sorry. Don't need sorry. Not in this house. Sorry laid the hearth here. Sorry ways and sorry people and heavensent grief and… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
In the spring or warmer weather when the snow thaws in the woods the tracks of winter reappear on slender pedestals and… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Maybe it's not logical. I don't know. I don't care. I've been asked didnt I think it odd that I should be… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
The cooler days have brought a wistful mood upon him. The smell of coalsmoke in the air at night. Old times, dead years. For… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share
“The events of the world can have no separate life from the world. And yet the world itself can have no temporal view of… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share
“I had two dreams about him after he died. I dont remember the first one all that well but it was about meetin him… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share
“You think people was meaner then than they are now? the deputy said. The old man was looking out at the flooded town. No,… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share
“They set forth in a crimson dawn where sky and earth closed in a razorous plane. Out there dark little archipelagos of cloud and… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share
“Nothing. Where all was burnt to ash before them no fires were to be had and the nights were long and dark and cold… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share
He said that whether a man's life was writ in a book someplace or whether it took its form day by day was one… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share
“He lives in a room above a courtyard behind a tavern and he comes down at night like some fairybook beast to fight with… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share
“To seek out the upright. No fall but preceded by a declination. He took great marching steps into the nothingness, counting them against his… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share
“They went through the last of the cars and then walked up the track to the locomotive and climbed up to the catwalk. Rust… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share
“Night fell upon them dark and starblown and the wagon grew swollen near mute with dew. On their chairs in such black immobility these… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share
“When I was in school I studied biology. I learned that in making their experiments scientists will take some group - bacteria, mice, people… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share
“We none of us knew him to speak [Dutch]. Asked him where he'd learned it you know what he said? What did he say.… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share
“You know that the things you put it your head stay there, right?' 'Yeah. But you remember some things, don't you?' 'Yeah. You remember… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share
