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
“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
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
“Freeze this frame. Now call down your dark and your cold and be damned.” — 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
“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
“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
“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
“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
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
“There were few nights lying in the dark that he did not envy the dead.” — 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
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
“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
“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
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
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
“[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
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
“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
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
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
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
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
