There is no forgiveness. For women. A man may lose his honor and regain it again. But a woman cannot. She cannot. — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
If a dream can tell the future it can also thwart that future. For God will not permit that we shall know… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Only now is the child finally divested of all that he has been. His origins are become remote as is his destiny… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
The truth may often be carried about by those who themselves remain all unaware of it. They bear that which has weight… — 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
Men have in their minds a picture of how the world will be. How they will be in that world. The world… — 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
Creative work is often driven by pain. It may be that if you don't have something in the back of your head… — 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
