They rode on and the sun in the east flushed pale streaks of light and then a deeper run of color like… — 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
Suttree stood among the screaming leaves and called the lightning down. It cracked and boomed about and he pointed out the darkened… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
All human love is a faint type of God's; An echoing note from a harmonious whole; A feeble spark from an undying… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
He rocked in the swells, floating like the first germ of life adrift on the earth's cooling seas, formless macule of plasm… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Hard weather, says the old man. So let it be. Wrap me in the weathers of the earth, I will be hard… — 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
The jagged mountains were pure blue in the dawn and everywhere birds twittered and the sun when it rose caught the moon… — 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 looked at a world of incredible loveliness. Old distaff Celt's blood in some back chamber of his brain moved him to… — 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
By day the banished sun circles the earth like a grieving mother with a lamp. — 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
