They rode on and the sun in the east flushed pale streaks of light and then a deeper run of color like… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Peering down into the water where the morning sun fashioned wheels of light, coronets fanwise in which lay trapped each twig, each… — 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
“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
They sat on a bench and Sproule held his wounded arm to his chest and rocked back and forth and blinked in… — 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 jagged mountains were pure blue in the dawn and everywhere birds twittered and the sun when it rose caught the moon… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“The nights now only slightly less black. By day the banished sun circles the earth like a grieving mother with a lamp.” — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Ive seen the meanness of humans till I dont know why God aint put out the sun and gone away. — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
And perhaps beyond those shrouded swells another man did walk with another child on the dead gray sands. Slept but a sea… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Each leaf that brushed his face deepened his sadness and dread. Each leaf he passed he'd never pass again. They rode over… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
In the nights sometimes now he'd wake in the back and freezing waste out of softly colored worlds of human love, the… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“The sun was just down and to the west lay reefs of bloodred clouds up out of which rose little desert nighthawks… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
By day the banished sun circles the earth like a grieving mother with a lamp. — 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
