“In a pocket of his knapsack he'd found a last half packet of cocoa and he fixed it for the boy and… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
My daddy used to tell me not to chew on something that was eatin you. — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“He looked into those blue eyes like a man seeking some vision of the increate future of the universe.” — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
I will do what I promised." He whispered. "No matter what. I will not send you into the darkness alone. — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“It is supposed to be true that those who do not know history are condemned to repeat it. I don't believe knowing… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
All human love is a faint type of God's; An echoing note from a harmonious whole; A feeble spark from an undying… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
The things that I loved were very frail. Very fragile. I didn't know that. I thought they were indestructible. They weren't. — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Every road ends in death. Or worse. Every friendship. Every love. Torment, betrayal, loss, suffering, pain, age, indignity, and hideous lingering illness.… — 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
“Love makes men foolish. I speak as a victim myself. We are taken out of our own care and then it remains… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
It is supposed to true that those who do not know history are condemned to repeat it. I don't believe knowing can… — 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
“You have my whole heart. You always did. You're the best guy. You always were.” — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
The one thing I can tell you is that you wont survive for yourself. I know because I would never have come… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“They were in good spirits, scrubbed and combed, clean shirts all. Each foreseeing a night of drink, perhaps of love. How many… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
In the spaniards heart is a great yearning for freedom, but only his own. A great love for truth and honor in… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Your god must once have stood at a dawn of infinite possibilities, and this is what he's made of it. You tell… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“He tried to read her heart in her handclasp but he knew nothing.” — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
In the nights sometimes now he'd wake in the back and freezing waste out of softly colored worlds of human love, the… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“I dont believe knowing can save us. What is constant in history is greed and foolishness and a love of blood and… — 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