He thought that in the beauty of the world were hid a secret. He thought that the world’s heart beat at some… — 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
“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 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
It just bothered me that you might think I'm somethin special. I aint. — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
In history there are no control groups. There is no one to tell us what might have been. We weep over the… — 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
It is community and respect, of course, but the dead have more claims on you than what you might want to admit… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“In history there are no control groups. There is no one to tell us what might have been. We weep over the… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
You can tell it any way you want but that's the way it is. I should of done it and I didnt.… — 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
Just remember that the things you put into your head are there forever, he said. You might want to think about that.… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
You can tell it any way you want but that's the way it is. I should of done it and I didn’t.… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
He thought that in the history of the world it might even be that there was more punishment than crime but he… — 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
