You think when you wake up in the mornin yesterday don't count. But yesterday is all that does count. What else is… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Maybe. Anyway, some men get what they want. No man. Or perhaps only briefly so as to lose it. Or perhaps only… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“when God made man the devil was at his elbow. A creature that can do anything. Make a machine. And a machine… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
The world was new each day for God so made it daily. Yet it contained within it all the evils as before,… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
When he went back to the fire he knelt and smoothed her hair as she slept and he said if he were… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“He imagined the pain of the world to be like some formless parasitic being seeking out the warmth of human souls wherein… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
If people knew the story of their lives how many would then elect to live them? People speak about what is in… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Looking over the country with those sunken eyes as if the world out there had been altered or made suspect by what… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
The names of the cerros and the sierras and the deserts exist only on maps. We name them that we do not… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Lying under such a myriad of stars. The sea’s black horizon. He rose and walked out and stood barefoot in the sand… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
If you could breathe a breath so strong you could blow out the wolf. Like you blow out the copo. Like you… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
So everything is necessary. Every least thing. This is the hard lesson. Nothing can be dispensed with. Nothing despised. Because the seams… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
In the neuter austerity of that terrain all phenomena were bequeathed a strange equality and no one thing nor spider nor stone… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Whatever exists, he said. Whatever in creation exists without my knowledge exists without my consent. He looked about at the dark forest… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“It's a mystery. A man's at odds to know his mind cause his mind is aught he has to know it with.… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Finally he said that if men drink the blood of God yet they do not understand the seriousness of what they do.… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Perhaps in the world's destruction it would be possible at last to see how it was made. Oceans, mountains. The ponderous counterspectacle… — 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
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
Ever dumb thing I ever done in my life there was a decision I made before that got me into it. It… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
They rode like men invested with a purpose whose origins were antecedent to them, like blood legatees of an order both imperative… — 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
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
