Notions of chance and fate are the preoccupations of men engaged in rash undertakings. — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
The man who believes that the secrets of the world are forever hidden lives in mystery and fear. Superstition will drag him… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“He watched the fire and if he saw portents there it was much the same to him. He would live to look… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
A man seeks his own destiny and no other, said the judge. Wil or nill. Any man who could discover his own… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“This is an orchestration for an event. For a dance in fact. The participants will be apprised of their roles at the… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“If you pursue this road that you've embarked upon, you will eventually come to moral decisions that will take you completely by… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“But that man who sets himself the task of singling out the thread of order from the tapestry (of life) will by… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“He is where he is supposed to be. And yet the place he has found is also of his own choosing. That… — 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
“If fate is the law, then is fate also subject to that law? At some point we cannot escape naming responsibility. It's… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Suppose two men at cards with nothing to wager save their lives. Who has not heard such a tale? A turn 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
