They rode on and the sun in the east flushed pale streaks of light and then a deeper run of color like… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
They heard somewhere in that tenantless night a bell that tolled and ceased where no bell was and they rode out on… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
She looked up at him and her face was pale and austere in the uplight and her eyes lost in their darkly… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Then they set out along the blacktop in the gunmetal light, shuffling through the ash, each the other's world entire. — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Suttree stood among the screaming leaves and called the lightning down. It cracked and boomed about and he pointed out the darkened… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Peering down into the water where the morning sun fashioned wheels of light, coronets fanwise in which lay trapped each twig, each… — 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
Where hunters and woodcutters once slept in their boots by the dying light of their thousand fires and went on, old teutonic… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
He walked out in the gray light and stood and he saw for a brief moment the absolute truth of the world.… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
In the spring or warmer weather when the snow thaws in the woods the tracks of winter reappear on slender pedestals and… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
He rose and turned toward the lights of town. The tidepools bright as smelterpots among the dark rocks where the phosphorescent seacrabs… — 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
