Cormac McCarthy

Last words are only words.

— Cormac McCarthy

Each the others world entire.

— Cormac McCarthy

“in that cold autistic dark.”

— Cormac McCarthy

“See the child.”

— Cormac McCarthy

“A malign star kept him.”

— Cormac McCarthy

“Truth has no temperature.”

— Cormac McCarthy

“Todo está bien?”

— Cormac McCarthy

Ever step you take is forever.

— Cormac McCarthy

“You don't know shit from apple butter.”

— Cormac McCarthy

“If he is not the word of God, then God never spoke.”

— Cormac McCarthy

A dream inside a dream might not be a dream.

— Cormac McCarthy

Best way to live in California is to be from somewheres else.

— Cormac McCarthy

“If war is not holy man is nothing but antic clay.”

— Cormac McCarthy

“It makes no difference what men think of war ... War endures.”

— Cormac McCarthy

“where'd you get that pistol? At the gettin place”

— Cormac McCarthy

“Somebody has been fuckin my watermelons.”

— Cormac McCarthy

What man is such a coward he would not rather fall once than remain forever tottering?

— Cormac McCarthy

Usually, you don't know where a book comes from ... it's just there, some kind of an itch that you can't quite scratch.

— Cormac McCarthy

Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it.

— Cormac McCarthy

War was always here. Before man was, war waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner.

— Cormac McCarthy

“Those who travel desert places do indeed meet with creatures surpassing all description.”

— Cormac McCarthy

“Gray vines coiled leftward in this northern hemisphere, what winds them shapes the dogwhelk's shell.”

— Cormac McCarthy

“The nights now only slightly less black. By day the banished sun circles the earth like a grieving mother with a lamp.”

— Cormac McCarthy

Do you know what happens with people who cannot govern themselves? That's right. Others come in to govern for them.

— Cormac McCarthy

She said that these were things all women knew yet seldom spoke of. Lastly she said that if women were drawn to…

— Cormac McCarthy

“Nights dark beyond darkness and the days more gray each one that what had gone before. Like the onset of some cold…

— Cormac McCarthy

“You know that the things you put it your head stay there, right?' 'Yeah. But you remember some things, don't you?' 'Yeah.…

— Cormac McCarthy

“If people saw the world for what it truly is. Saw their lives for what they truly are. Without dreams or illusions.…

— Cormac McCarthy

“On this road there are no godspoke men. They are gone and I am left and they have taken with them the…

— Cormac McCarthy

Remember her hair in the morning before it was pinned, black, rampant, savage with loveliness. As if she slept in perpetual storm.

— Cormac McCarthy

My perfect day is sitting in a room with some blank paper. That's heaven. That's gold, and anything else is just a…

— Cormac McCarthy

You think when you wake up in the mornin yesterday don't count. But yesterday is all that does count. What else is…

— Cormac McCarthy

“Whoever would seek out his history through what unraveling of loins and ledgerbooks must stand at last darkened and dumb at the…

— Cormac McCarthy

“Toward early morning he woke, sat up quickly and looked about him. It was still dark and the fire had long since…

— Cormac McCarthy

“The dead boy in his arms hung with his head back and those partly opened eyes beheld nothing at all out of…

— Cormac McCarthy

“Whales have been evolving for thirty million years. To our one million. A sperm whale’s brain is seven times the size of…

— Cormac McCarthy

“All night sheetlightning quaked sourceless to the west beyond the midnight thunderheads, making a bluish day of the distant desert, the mountains…

— Cormac McCarthy

“Far out on the desert to the north dustspouts rose wobbling and augered the earth and some said they'd heard of pilgrims…

— Cormac McCarthy

“He said that those who have endured some misfortune will always be set apart but that it is just that misfortune which…

— Cormac McCarthy

“The dust the party raised was quickly dispersed and lost in the immensity of that landscape and there was no dust other…

— Cormac McCarthy