“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
The voice of the Almighty speaks most profoundly in such things as lives in silence themselves. — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Do you think God knows what's happenin? I expect he does. You think he can stop it? No. I dont.” — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Even a nonbeliever might find it useful to model himself after God. Very useful, in fact.” — 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
“That god lives in silence who has scoured the following land with salt and ash.” — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Then he just knelt in the ashes. He raised his face to the paling day. Are you there? he whispered. Will I… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“when God made man the devil was at his elbow. A creature that can do anything. Make a machine. And a machine… — 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
What deity in the realms of dementia, what rabid god decocted out of the smoking lobes of hydrophobia could have devised a… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“The woman when she saw him put her arms around him and held him. Oh, she said, I am so glad to… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Men do not turn from God so easily. Not so easily. Deep in each man is the knowledge that something knows 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
