“The world shrinking down about a raw core of parsible entities. The names of things slowly following those things into oblivion. Colors.… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“How much was gone already? The sacred idiom shorn of its referents and so of its reality. Drawing down like something trying… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“He tried to think of something to say but could not. He's had this feeling before, beyond the numbness and the dull… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
