“To seek out the upright. No fall but preceded by a declination. He took great marching steps into the nothingness, counting them… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“The storm front towered above them and the wind was cool on their sweating faces. They slumped bleary-eyed in their saddles and… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Men believe the cure for war is war as the curandero prescribes the serpent's flesh for its bite.” — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“He shook his head. You're asking that I make myself vulnerable and that I can never do. I have only one way… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
