“The events of the world can have no separate life from the world. And yet the world itself can have no temporal… — 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… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
No one can tell you what your life is goin to be, can they? No. It's never like what you expected. Quijada… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
The man watched him. Real life is pretty bad? What do you think? Well, I think we're still here. A lot of… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“In the end we all come to be cured of our sentiments. Those whom life does not cure, death will. The world… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“See him. You could say that he's sustained by his fellow men, like you. Has peopled the shore with them calling to… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Men imagine that the choices before them are theirs to make. But we are free to act only upon what is given.… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“I don't mean to upset you, but reflective men often find themselves at a certain remove from the realities of life.” — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“I had no say in the matter. Every moment in your life is a turning and every one a choosing. Somewhere you… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Somewhere out there is a true and living prophet of destruction and I dont want to confront him. I know he's real.… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“His whole life was sitting there in front of him. Day after day from dawn till dark until he was dead. All… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“He said that even the damned in hell have the community of their suffering and he thought that he’d guessed out likewise… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
The notion that the species can be improved in some way, that everyone could live in harmony, is a really dangerous idea.… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
You think when you wake up in the mornin yesterday don't count. But yesterday is all that does count. What else is… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
If people knew the story of their lives how many would then elect to live them? People speak about what is in… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“If you had to say something definitive about the world in a single sentence what would that sentence be? It would be… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“I dont know what sort of world she will live in and I have no fixed opinions concerning how she should live… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
He sat a long time and he thought about his life and how little of it he could ever have foreseen and… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“The ugly fact is books are made out of books, the novel depends for its life on the novels that have been… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Deep in each man is the knowledge that something knows of his existence. Something knows, and cannot be fled nor hid from. — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“I’m not interested in writing short stories. Anything that doesn’t take years of your life and drive you to suicide hardly seems… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“He waved away the whiskeybottle with a smile. In this tall room, the cracked plaster sootstreaked with the shapes of laths beneath,… — 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
