“he..said..in the oratory to which he was prone that they had witnessed a thing against which time would not prevail. He meant… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“And after and for a long time to come he'd have reason to evoke the recollection of [the strangers'] smiles and to… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
My perfect day is sitting in a room with some blank paper. That's heaven. That's gold, and anything else is just a… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“he said that in an case the past was little more than a dream and its force in the world was greatly… — cormac mccarthy Copy Share Image
“goddamn. what is this shit? early times, called j-bone. best little old drink they is. drink that and you wont feel a… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real. The events that cause them can never be forgotten,… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“The wisdom of the journeyman is to work one day at a time and he always said that any job even if… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“This is an orchestration for an event. For a dance in fact. The participants will be apprised of their roles at the… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
He poured the tumbler full. Drink up, he said. The world goes on. We have dancing nightly and this night is no… — 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
“One spring morning timing the lean near-liquid progress of a horse on a track, the dust exploding, the rapid hasping of his… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“There were times I'd see [my brother] looking at me and I would leave the room crying. I knew that I'd never… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“I couldn't trust you with it. To do something with it. I don't want anybody talking about me. To say where I… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Because a lot of the time ever when I say anything about how the world is goin to hell in a handbasket… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Men's memories are uncertain and the past that was differs little from the past that was not" -Judge Holden” — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“He turned and looked at the boy. Maybe he understood for the first time that to the boy he was himself an… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“[The unconscious has] been on its own for a long time. Of course it has no access to the world except through… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
and for a moment he held out his hands as if to steady himself or as if to bless the ground there… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Whatever voice spoke him was no demon but some old shed self that came yet from time to time in the name… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“A man seeks his own destiny and no other, said the judge. Will or nill. Any man who could discover his own… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Anything can be an instrument, Chugurh said. Small things. Things you wouldn't even notice. They pass from hand to hand. People don't… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Every moment in your life is a turning and every one a choosing. Somewhere you made a choice. All followed to this.… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“I think the truth is always simple. It has pretty much got to be. It needs to be simple enough for a… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“The breath of God was his yet, though it pass from man to man through all of time.” — 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
