They spoke less and less between them until at last they were silent altogether as is often the way with travelers approaching… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Choose your enemies carefully 'cause they will define you Make them interesting 'cause in some ways they will mind you They're not… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Acts have their being in the witness. Without him who can speak of it? In the end one could even say that… — 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. The world… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
I think by the time you're grown you're as happy as you're goin to be. You'll have good times and bad times,… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
When I came into your life your life was over. It had a beginning, a middle, and an end. This is the… — 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
It starts when you begin to overlook good manners. Any time you quit hearing Sir and Mam the end is pretty much… — 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
