“I don't believe in God. Can you understand that? Look around you man. Cant you see? The clamor and din of those… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
In the spring or warmer weather when the snow thaws in the woods the tracks of winter reappear on slender pedestals and… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“The father dead has euchered the son out of his patrimony. For it is the death of the father to which the… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“You know we talked about where people go when they die. I just believe you go someplace and I seen her layin… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“In the end we all come to be cured of our sentiments. Those whom life does not cure death will.” — cormac mccarthy Copy Share Image
“It was an old hunter in camp and the hunter shared tobacco with him and told him of the buffalo and the… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“The dead boy in his arms hung with his head back and those partly opened eyes beheld nothing at all out of… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“They are gone now. Fled, banished in death or exile, lost, undone. Over the land sun and wind still move to burn… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
How surely are the dead beyond death. Death is what the living carry with them. A state of dread, like some uncanny… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Can you do it? When the time comes? When the time comes there will be no time. Now is the time. Curse… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Now the son whose father's existance in this world is historical and speculative even before the son has entered it in a… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
He can give me what you cannot. Death is not a lover. Oh yes, he is. — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“How would you know if you were the last man on Earth? He said. I don't guess you would know it. You'd… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“I've seen all I want to see and I know all I want to know. I just look forward to death. He… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
It was the nature of his profession that his experience with death should be greater than for most and he said that… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“You can stay here with your papa and die or you can go with me.... You'll be all right.” — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“There were times when he sat watching the boy sleep that he would begin to sob uncontrollably but it wasn't about death.… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
And the dreams so rich in color. How else would death call you? Waking in the cold dawn it all turned to… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“I think maybe they are watching, he said. They are watching for a thing that even death cannot undo and if they… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“What do you think death is, man? Of whom do we speak when we speak of a man who was and is… — 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
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
