“If we do not know ourselves in the waking world, what chance in dreams?” — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“He looked into those blue eyes like a man seeking some vision of the increate future of the universe.” — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“He said the right dreams for a man in peril were dreams of peril and all else was the call of languor… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“When your dreams are of some world that never was or of some world that never will be and you are happy… — 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
“In the nights in their thousands to dream the dreams of a child’s imaginings, worlds rich or fearful such as might offer… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“He thought perhaps if he dreamt of him enough he'd go away forever and be dead among his kind” — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
In dreams we stand in this great democracy of the possible and there we are right pilgrims indeed. There we go forth… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“The incinerate corpses shrunk to the size of a child and propped on the bare springs of the seats. Ten thousand dreams… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“If people saw the world for what it truly is. Saw their lives for what they truly are. Without dreams or illusions.… — 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 beast who dreams of man and has so dreamt in running dreams a hundred thousand years and more. Dreams of that… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“he said that in an case the past was little more than a dream and its force in the world was greatly… — cormac mccarthy Copy Share Image
“He woke whimpering in the night and the man held him. Shh, he said. Shh. It's okay. I had a bad dream.… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“The immappable world of our journey. A pass in the mountains. A bloodstained stone. The marks of steel upon it. Names carved… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Such a man is like a dreamer who wakes from a dream of grief to a greater sorrow yet. All that he… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“He mistrusted all of that. He said the right dreams for a man in peril were dreams of peril and all else… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Who can dream of God? This man did. In his dreams God was much occupied. Spoken to He did not answer. Called… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
The truth about the world, he said, is that anything is possible. Had you not seen it all from birth and thereby… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Of such dreams and of the rituals of them there can also be no end. The thing that is sought is altogether… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
If a dream can tell the future it can also thwart that future. For God will not permit that we shall know… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“That night he dreamt of horses in a field on a high plain where the spring rains had brought up the grass… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“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
“Then don't. I can't help you. They say that women dream of danger to those in their care and men of danger… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“In the dream from which he'd wakened he had wandered in a cave where the child led him by the hand. Their… — 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… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Rich dreams now which he was loathe to wake from. Things no longer known in the world. The cold drove him forth… — 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
“All his early dreams were the same. Something was afraid and he had come to comfort it.” — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
The world is quite ruthless in selecting between the dream and the reality, even where we will not. — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
What he could bear in the waking world he could not by night and he sat awake for fear the dream would… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“I was a soldier. It is like a dream. When even the bones is gone in the desert the dreams is talk… — 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
in dreams it is often the case that the greatest extravagances seem bereft of their power to astonish and the most improbable… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Yet it is the narrative that is the life of the dream while the events themselves are often interchangeable. The events of… — 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
