“Finally he said that in his first years of darkness his dreams had been vivid beyond all expectation and that he had… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
I will do what I promised." He whispered. "No matter what. I will not send you into the darkness alone. — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“He imagined that in his estate of eternal night he might somehow have already halved the distance to death. That the transition… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“The rain had ripened all the country around and the roadside grass was luminous and green from the run-off and flowers were… — 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
“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
It had ceased raining in the night and he walked out on the road and called for the dog. He called and… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“The crumpled butcherpaper mountains lay in sharp shadowfold under the long blue dusk and in the middle distance the glazed bed of… — 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
“She said also that while the rain fell by the will of God evil chose its own hour and that those whom… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
I yearn for the darkness. I pray for death. Real death. If I thought that in death I would meet the people… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“It howled execration upon the dim camarine world of its nativity wail on wail while he lay there gibbering with palsied jawhasps,… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
What could a child know of the darkness of God's plan? Or how flesh is so frail it is hardly more than… — 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
He walked out in the gray light and stood and he saw for a brief moment the absolute truth of the world.… — 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
“Nights dark beyond darkness and the days more gray each one than what had gone before.” — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“When he rose and turned to go back the tarp was lit from within where the boy had wakened. Sited there in… — 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
“Inside the house there was no sound save the ticking of the mantel clock in the front room. He went out and… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“It had grown cold in the night but he was numb with other weathers. An equinox in the heart, ill change, unluck.… — 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
