“It's a mystery. A man's at odds to know his mind cause his mind is aught he has to know it with.… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
What would you do if I died? If you died I would want to die too. So you could be with me?… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Life is brief and to have to spend every day of it doing what somebody else wants you to do is not… — 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
It is community and respect, of course, but the dead have more claims on you than what you might want to admit… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
You forget what you want to remember, and you remember what you want to forget. — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Maybe. Anyway, some men get what they want. No man. Or perhaps only briefly so as to lose it. Or perhaps only… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
You can tell it any way you want but that's the way it is. I should of done it and I didnt.… — 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
People think they know what they want but they generally don't. Sometimes if they're lucky they'll get it anyways. — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Your god must once have stood at a dawn of infinite possibilities, and this is what he's made of it. You tell… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
You can tell it any way you want but that's the way it is. I should of done it and I didn’t.… — 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
