He said that whether a man's life was writ in a book someplace or whether it took its form day by day… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Notions of chance and fate are the preoccupations of men engaged in rash undertakings. — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
He was just hungry, Papa. He's going to die. He's going to die anyway. He's so scared, Papa. The man squatted and… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
The man watched him. Real life is pretty bad? What do you think? Well, I think we're still here. A lot of… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
The man who believes that the secrets of the world are forever hidden lives in mystery and fear. Superstition will drag him… — 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
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
Every man's death is standing in for every other. And since death comes to all there is no way to abate the… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Men speak of blind destiny, a thing without scheme or purpose. But what sort of destiny is that? Each act in this… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Fear of an enemy can often blind men to other hazards, not least the shape which they themselves make in the world. — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
If a man's at odds to know his own mind it's because he hasn't got aught but his mind to know it… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
What man is such a coward he would not rather fall once than remain forever tottering? — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“It makes no difference what men think of war, said the judge. War endures. As well ask men what they think of… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
My daddy always told me to just do the best you knew how and tell the truth. He said there was nothin… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Creedless shells of men tottering down the causeways like migrants in a feverland.” — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
In every trade save war men of talent and vigor prosper. In war they die. — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
A man seeks his own destiny and no other, said the judge. Wil or nill. Any man who could discover his own… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
The priest therefore saw what the anchorite could not. That God needs no witness. Neither to himself nor against. The truth is… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Deep in each man is the knowledge that something knows of his existence. Something knows, and cannot be fled nor hid from. — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Finally he said that among men there was no such communion as among horses and the notion that men can be understood… — 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
If much in the world were mystery the limits of that world were not, for it was without measure or bound and… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
There was nothin to set a man's mind at ease like wakin up in the morning and not havin to decide who… — 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
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
