“I read in the papers here a while back some teachers came across a survey that was sent out back in the… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Look around you. Ever is a long time. But the boy knew what he knew. That ever is no time at all.” — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Do you know where we are Papa? the boy said. Sort of. How sort of? Well. I think we're about two hundred… — 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
“Ah, they said. Qué bueno. And after and for a long time to come he'd have reason to evoke the recollection of… — 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
It had ceased raining in the night and he walked out on the road and called for the dog. He called and… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
He lay on his back in his blankets and looked our where the quartermoon lay cocked over the heel of the mountains.… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“And after and for a long time to come he'd have reason to evoke the recollection of [the strangers'] smiles and to… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Then don't. I can't help you. They say that women dream of danger to those in their care and men of danger… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“He woke before dawn and watched the gray day break. Slow and half opaque. He rose while the boy slept and pulled… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“[The unconscious has] been on its own for a long time. Of course it has no access to the world except through… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Inside the house there was no sound save the ticking of the mantel clock in the front room. He went out and… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“It was a cold blustery day when he walked out of the courthouse for the last time. He walked down the steps… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Ever is a long time. But the boy knew what he knew. That ever is no time at all. — 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
