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
Looking over the country with those sunken eyes as if the world out there had been altered or made suspect by what… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Choose your enemies carefully 'cause they will define you Make them interesting 'cause in some ways they will mind you They're not… — 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
The frailty of everything revealed at last. Old and troubling issues resolved into nothingness and night. The last instance of a thing… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
When we're all gone at last then there'll be nobody here but death and his days will be numbered too. He'll be… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Suppose you were the last one left? Suppose you did that to yourself? — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
War is the ultimate game because war is at last a forcing of the unity of existence. War is god. — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
He poured the tumbler full. Drink up, he said. The world goes on. We have dancing nightly and this night is no… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Only that man who has offered up himself entire to the blood of war, who has been to the floor of the… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
This is the nature of war, whose stake is at once the game and the authority and the justification. Seen so, war… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Whatever exists, he said. Whatever in creation exists without my knowledge exists without my consent. He looked about at the dark forest… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
But this man had set down with a hammer and chisel and carved out a stone water trough to last ten thousand… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Perhaps in the world's destruction it would be possible at last to see how it was made. Oceans, mountains. The ponderous counterspectacle… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
How would you know if you were the last man on Earth? He said. I don't guess you would know it. You'd… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
The flames sawed in the wind and the embers paled and deepened and paled and deepened like the bloodbeat of some living… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
What do you believe? I believe that the last and the first suffer equally. Pari passu. Equally? It is not alone in… — 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
