“In the dark glass where the road poured down their cigarettes rose and fell like distant semaphores above the soft green dawn… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
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
“He said that journeys involving the company of the dead were notorious for their difficulty but that in truth every journey was… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“The immappable world of our journey. A pass in the mountains. A bloodstained stone. The marks of steel upon it. Names carved… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“They laid up in the shade of a rock shelf until past noon, scratching out a place in the gray lava dust… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
The road has its own reasons and no two travelers will have the same understanding of those reasons. If indeed they come… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Out on the roads the pilgrims sank down and fell over and died and the bleak and shrouded earth went trundling past… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Long voyages often lose themselves. Mam? You will see. It is difficult even for brothers to travel together on such a voyage.… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“It took two days to cross that ashen scabland. The road beyond fell away on every side. It's snowing, the boy said.… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“A man was coming down the road driving a donkey piled high with firewood. In the distance the churchbells had begun. The… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
We think we are the victims of time. In reality, the way of the world isn't fixed anywhere. How could that be… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
For things at a common destination there is a common path. Not always easy to see. But there. — 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
