“Can you do it? When the time comes? When the time comes there will be no time. Now is the time. Curse… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“the child would ask him questions about the world that for him was not even a memory. He thought hard how to… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Can you do it? When the time comes? When the time comes there will be no time. Now is the time. Curse… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“He lifted the slice of cake and bit into it and turned the page. The old musty album with its foxed and… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
He saw very clearly how all his life led only to this moment and all after led to nowhere at all. He… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“There were times when he sat watching the boy sleep that he would begin to sob uncontrollably but it wasn't about death.… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“It was a cold blustery day when he walked out of the courthouse for the last time. He walked down the steps… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
We think we are the victims of time. In reality, the way of the world isn't fixed anywhere. How could that be… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“The judge watched him. He began to point out various men in the room and to ask if these men were here… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Ever is a long time. But the boy knew what he knew. That ever is no time at all. — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“We'll just take it one step at a time. Okay. Don't let go. Okay. No matter what. No matter what.” — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Hard people make hard times. I've seen the meanness of humans till I don't know why god ain't put out the sun… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Old woods and deep. At one time in the world there were woods that no one owned and these were like them.” — 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
