What you alter in the remembering has yet a reality, known or not. — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
I remember in grammar school the teacher asked if anyone had any hobbies. I was the only one with any hobbies and… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Remember her hair in the morning before it was pinned, black, rampant, savage with loveliness. As if she slept in perpetual storm. — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
You forget what you want to remember, and you remember what you want to forget. — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
He thought each memory recalled must do some violence to its origins. As in a party game. Say the words and pass… — 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
How surely are the dead beyond death. Death is what the living carry with them. A state of dread, like some uncanny… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
From daydreams on the road there was no waking. He plodded on. He could remember everything of her save her scent. Seated… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
He didn't say a lot so I tend to remember what he did say. And I don't remember that he had a… — 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
