“In my father's last letter he said that the world is run by those willing to take the responsibility for the running… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
I always thought when I got older that God would sort of come into my life in some way. He didn't. I… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“The father dead has euchered the son out of his patrimony. For it is the death of the father to which the… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“I want the dead to be dead forever. I don't want to be one of them, Except of course you can't be… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
If it is life that you feel you are missing I can tell you where to find it. In the law courts,… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
He stood at the window of the empty cafe and watched the activites in the square and he said that it was… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
It looks a lot better from up here than it does down there, dont it? Yes. It does. There's 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.” — cormac mccarthy Copy Share Image
“The truth about the world, he said, is that anything is possible. Had you not seen it all from birth and thereby… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
People were always getting ready for tomorrow. I didn't believe in that. Tomorrow wasn't getting ready for them. It didn't even know… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“He asked that God remember those who had died and he asked that the living gathered together here remember that the corn… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“he said that it was good that God kept the truths of life from the young as they were starting out or… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
It is not my experience that life’s difficulties make people more charitable. — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Every moment in your life is a turning and every one a choosing. Somewhere you made a choice. All followed to this.… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
How surely are the dead beyond death. Death is what the living carry with them. A state of dread, like some uncanny… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Can you do it? When the time comes? When the time comes there will be no time. Now is the time. Curse… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Now the son whose father's existance in this world is historical and speculative even before the son has entered it in a… — 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
Yet it is the narrative that is the life of the dream while the events themselves are often interchangeable. The events of… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Son, not everbody thinks that life on a cattle ranch in west Texas is the second best thing to dyin and goin… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“He shook his head. You're asking that I make myself vulnerable and that I can never do. I have only one way… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
It may be that the life I desire for her no longer even exists, yet I know what she does not. That… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“For this world also which seems to us a thing of stone and flower and blood is not a thing at all… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
He saw very clearly how all his life led only to this moment and all after led to nowhere at all. He… — 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
