He stood at the window of the empty cafe and watched the activites in the square and he said that it was… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Whatever exists, he said. Whatever in creation exists without my knowledge exists without my consent. He looked about at the dark forest… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
What is it? Nothing. I had a bad dream. What did you dream about? Nothing. Are you okay? No. He put his… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“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
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
I dont know what I ever done, she said. I truly dont. Chigurh nodded. Probably you do, he said. There's a reason… — 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
It was the nature of his profession that his experience with death should be greater than for most and he said that… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
I like what I do. Some writers have said in print that they hated writing and it was just a chore and… — 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
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
Listen to me, he said, when your dreams are of some world that never was or some world that never will be,… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
What do you believe? I believe that the last and the first suffer equally. Pari passu. Equally? It is not alone in… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
A goodlookin horse is like a goodlookin woman, he said. They're always more trouble than what they're worth. What a man needs… — 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
