“I wanted very much to be a person of value and I had to ask myself how this could be possible if… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Life is brief and to have to spend every day of it doing what somebody else wants you to do is not… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“It is not to be thought that the life of darkness is sunk in misery and lost as if in sorrowing. There… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Anything that doesn't take years of your life and drive you to suicide hardly seems worth doing. — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“All my life, he said, I been witness to people showin up where they was supposed to be at various times after… — 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
“I busted him and he busted me. That's fair ain't it? No, I ain't forgettin about jail. You think because he arrested… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“You call forth the world which God has formed and that world only. Nor is this life of yours by which you… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Our waking life's desire to shape the world to our convenience invites all manner of paradox and difficulty. — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“he..said..in the oratory to which he was prone that they had witnessed a thing against which time would not prevail. He meant… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Those whom life does not cure death will. The world is quite ruthless in selecting between the dream and the reality, even… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
He rocked in the swells, floating like the first germ of life adrift on the earth's cooling seas, formless macule of plasm… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“When I came into your life your life was over. It had a beginning, a middle, and an end. This is the… — 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
“I wanted very much to be a person of value and I had to ask myself how this could be possible if… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“You'd think a man that had waited eighty some odd years on God to come into his life, well, you'd think he'd… — 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
“I don't believe in God. Can you understand that? Look around you man. Cant you see? The clamor and din of those… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
When I came into your life your life was over. It had a beginning, a middle, and an end. This is the… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“But that man who sets himself the task of singling out the thread of order from the tapestry (of life) will by… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“They sat in the little diningroom and ate. She'd put on music, a violin concerto. The phone didnt ring. Did you take… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“There were times I'd see [my brother] looking at me and I would leave the room crying. I knew that I'd never… — 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
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
