He'd half meant to speak but those eyes had altered the world forever in the space of a heartbeat. — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
The voice of the Almighty speaks most profoundly in such things as lives in silence themselves. — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Men speak of blind destiny, a thing without scheme or purpose. But what sort of destiny is that? Each act in this… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Acts have their being in the witness. Without him who can speak of it? In the end one could even say that… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
If people knew the story of their lives how many would then elect to live them? People speak about what is in… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Books lie, he said. God dont lie. No, said the judge. He does not. And these are his words. He held up… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Only that man who has offered up himself entire to the blood of war, who has been to the floor of the… — 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
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
