“He spoke of his campaigns in the deserts of Mexico and he told them of horses killed under him and he said… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
But this man had set down with a hammer and chisel and carved out a stone water trough to last ten thousand… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Maybe it's like Mac says. Ever man winds up with the horse that suits him. — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
He believed in God even if he was doubtful of men's claims to know God's mind. But that a God unable to… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Nor does God whisper through the trees. His voice is not to be mistaken. When men hear it they fall to their… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
For me the world has always been more of a puppet show. But when one looks behind the curtain and traces the… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
The universe is no narrow thing and the order within it is not constrained by any latitude in its conception to repeat… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
What he loved in horses was what he loved in men, the blood and the heat of the blood that ran them.… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
What joins men together ... is not the sharing of bread but the sharing of enemies. — 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
The world could only be known as it existed in men's hearts. For while it seemed a place which contained men it… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Men say they only learn this but he said that no creature can learn that which his heart has no shape to… — 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
The way of the world is to bloom and to flower and die but in the affairs of men there is no… — 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
How would you know if you were the last man on Earth? He said. I don't guess you would know it. You'd… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
If God meant to interfere in the degeneracy of mankind would he not have done so by now? Wolves cull themselves, man.… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
This is my child, he said. I wash a dead man's brains out of his hair. That is my job. — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
There is for a man two things in life that are very important, head and shoulders above everything else. Find work you… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Easy to see that naught save sorrow could bring a man to such a view of things. And yet a sorrow for… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
And perhaps beyond those shrouded swells another man did walk with another child on the dead gray sands. Slept but a sea… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
He rose and turned toward the lights of town. The tidepools bright as smelterpots among the dark rocks where the phosphorescent seacrabs… — 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
