“He got up and walked out to the road. The black shape of it running from dark to dark. Then the distant… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“By midmorning eight of the horses stood tied and the other eight were wilder than deer, scattering along the fence and bunching… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Far out on the desert to the north dustspouts rose wobbling and augered the earth and some said they'd heard of pilgrims… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Sorry. Don't need sorry. Not in this house. Sorry laid the hearth here. Sorry ways and sorry people and heavensent grief and… — 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 man could hear him playing. A formless music for the age to come. Or perhaps the last music on earth called… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
All human love is a faint type of God's; An echoing note from a harmonious whole; A feeble spark from an undying… — 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
“The Good Book says that the meek shall inherit the earth and I expect that's probably the truth. I aint no freethinker,… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Out on the roads the pilgrims sank down and fell over and died and the bleak and shrouded earth went trundling past… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Sparse on the mesa the dry weeds lashed in the wind like the earth’s long echo of lance and spear in old… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“He walked out into the road and stood. The silence. The salitter drying from the earth. The mudstained shapes of flooded cities… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Dark of the invisible moon. The night now only slightly less black. By day the banished sun circles the earth like a… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
He rocked in the swells, floating like the first germ of life adrift on the earth's cooling seas, formless macule of plasm… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Hard weather, says the old man. So let it be. Wrap me in the weathers of the earth, I will be hard… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Tolling in the silence the minutes of the earth and the hours and the days of it and the years without cease.” — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
He walked out in the gray light and stood and he saw for a brief moment the absolute truth of the world.… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“The black shape of it running from dark to dark. Then a distant low rumble. Not thunder. You could feel it under… — 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
“the bleak and shrouded earth went trundling past the sun and returned again as trackless and as unremarked as the path of… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Look around you, he said. There is no prophet in the earth's long chronicle who's not honored here today. Whatever form you… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
This is the nature of war, whose stake is at once the game and the authority and the justification. Seen so, war… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“This is the nature of war, whose stake is at once the game and the authority and the justification. Seen so, war… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“If fate is the law, then is fate also subject to that law? At some point we cannot escape naming responsibility. It's… — 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
