“Freeze this frame. Now call down your dark and your cold and be damned.” — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“There were few nights lying in the dark that he did not envy the dead.” — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Night fell upon them dark and starblown and the wagon grew swollen near mute with dew. On their chairs in such black… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“In the dark glass where the road poured down their cigarettes rose and fell like distant semaphores above the soft green dawn… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“The carrion birds sat about the topmost corners of the houses with their wings outstretched in attitudes of exhortation like dark little… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“He lay in the dark thinking of all the things he did not know about his father and he realized that the… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
The small wad of burning paper drew down to a wisp of flame and then died out leaving a faint pattern for… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Dark of the invisible moon. The night now only slightly less black. By day the banished sun circles the earth like a… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
In his dream she was sick and he cared for her. The dream bore the look of sacrifice but he thought differently.… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
They watched storms out there so distant they could not be heard, the silent lightning flaring sheetwise and the thin black spine… — 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 blackness he woke to on those nights was sightless and impenetrable. A blackness to hurt your ears with listening. Often he… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“The soft black talc blew through the streets like squid ink uncoiling along a sea floor and the cold crept down and… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
By early evening all the sky to the north had darkened and the spare terrain they trod had turned a neuter gray… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
He lay on his back in his blankets and looked our where the quartermoon lay cocked over the heel of the mountains.… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“The blackness he woke to on those nights was sightless and impenetrable. A blackness to hurt your ears with listening. Often he… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“The fire had burned to coals and he lay looking up at the stars in their places and the hot belt of… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
They heard somewhere in that tenantless night a bell that tolled and ceased where no bell was and they rode out on… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“You dont get your black ass away from this fire I’ll kill you graveyard dead. He looked to where Glanton sat. Glanton… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“When he woke in the woods in the dark and the cold of the night he'd reach out to touch the child… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Nights dark beyond darkness and the days more gray each one that what had gone before. Like the onset of some cold… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
And in the dream I knew that he was goin on ahead and that he was fixin to make a fire somewhere… — 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
Easy to see that naught save sorrow could bring a man to such a view of things. And yet a sorrow for… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
From daydreams on the road there was no waking. He plodded on. He could remember everything of her save her scent. Seated… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Whatever exists, he said. Whatever in creation exists without my knowledge exists without my consent. He looked about at the dark forest… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
He rose and turned toward the lights of town. The tidepools bright as smelterpots among the dark rocks where the phosphorescent seacrabs… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
and for a moment he held out his hands as if to steady himself or as if to bless the ground there… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“[The unconscious has] been on its own for a long time. Of course it has no access to the world except through… — 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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“Ultimo hombre. Last man standing, must've been one. Where'd he go?” — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
![“[The unconscious has] been on its own for a long time. Of course it has no access to the world except through your own sensorium. Otherwise it would just labor in the dark. Like your liver. For historical reasons it's loath to speak to you. It prefers drama, metaphor, pictures. But it understands…” quote by Cormac McCarthy](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/beb/cormac-mccarthy-181_dark_the-unconscious-has-been-on-its-own-for_2193763.jpg)
