See the hand that nursed the serpent. The fine hasped pipes of her fingerbones. The skin bewenned and speckled. The veins are… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
The world to come must be composed of what is past. No other material is at hand. — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
It had ceased raining in the night and he walked out on the road and called for the dog. He called and… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Finally he said that if men drink the blood of God yet they do not understand the seriousness of what they do.… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
They sat on a bench and Sproule held his wounded arm to his chest and rocked back and forth and blinked in… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
The judge placed his hands on the ground. He looked at his inquisitor. This is my claim, he said. And yet everywhere… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
If you could breathe a breath so strong you could blow out the wolf. Like you blow out the copo. Like you… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
and for a moment he held out his hands as if to steady himself or as if to bless the ground there… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
For me the world has always been more of a puppet show. But when one looks behind the curtain and traces the… — 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
Things separate from their stories have no meaning. They are only shapes. Of a certain size and color. A certain weight. When… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
From daydreams on the road there was no waking. He plodded on. He could remember everything of her save her scent. Seated… — 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
