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
Suttree stood among the screaming leaves and called the lightning down. It cracked and boomed about and he pointed out the darkened… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“The rain had ripened all the country around and the roadside grass was luminous and green from the run-off and flowers were… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
It had ceased raining in the night and he walked out on the road and called for the dog. He called and… — 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
There is a moon shaped rictus in the streetlamp's globe where a stone has gone and from this aperture there drifts down… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
The rain falls upon the just And also on the unjust fellas But mostly it falls upon the just Cause the unjust… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“They rode for days through the rain and they rode through rain and hail and rain again. In that gray storm light… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Wrap me in the weathers of the earth, I will be hard and hard. My face will turn rain like the stones.” — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“He prayed: Almighty God, if it aint too far out of the way of things in your eternal plan do you reckon… — 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
