In every trade save war men of talent and vigor prosper. In war they die. — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Before man was, war waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner.” — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
War is the ultimate game because war is at last a forcing of the unity of existence. War is god. — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Ye carry war of a madman's making onto a foreign land. Ye'll wake more than the dogs.” — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
War was always here. Before man was, war waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner. — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“It makes no difference what men think of war, said the judge. War endures. As well ask men what they think of… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“When you’re a kid you have these notions about how things are goin to be, Billy said. You get a little older… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“I tell you this, as war becomes dishonored and its nobility called into question those honorable men who recognize the sanctity of… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“The reverend waited for her to be seated and then he bowed his head and blessed the food and the table and… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“People will tell you it was Vietnam brought this country to its knees. But I never believed that. It was already in… — 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 said that war had destroyed the country and that men believe the cure for war is war as the curandero prescribes… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“They laid up in the shade of a rock shelf until past noon, scratching out a place in the gray lava dust… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“She said that her grandmother was skeptical of many things in this world and of none more than men. She said that… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“All other trades are contained in that of war. Is that why war endures? No. It endures because young men love it… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“This is the nature of war, whose stake is at once the game and the authority and the justification. Seen so, war… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“I was a soldier. It is like a dream. When even the bones is gone in the desert the dreams is talk… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“War was always here. Before man was, war waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner. That is the way… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“He spoke of his campaigns in the deserts of Mexico and he told them of horses killed under him and he said… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
This is the nature of war, whose stake is at once the game and the authority and the justification. Seen so, war… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“As war becomes dishonored and its nobility called into question those honorable men who recognize the sanctity of blood will become excluded… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“You think God looks out for people?...I do. Way the world is. Somebody can wake up and sneeze somewhere in Arkansas or… — 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
The night is quiet. Like a camp before battle. The city beset by a thing unknown and will it come from forest… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“He took up her stiff head out of the leaves and held it or he reached to hold what cannot be held,… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“I tell you this. As war becomes dishonored and its nobility called into question those honorable men who recognize the sanctity of… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Suppose two men at cards with nothing to wager save their lives. Who has not heard such a tale? A turn of… — 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
