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
I look for the words, Professor. I look for the words because I believe that the words is the way to your… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Choose your enemies carefully 'cause they will define you Make them interesting 'cause in some ways they will mind you They're not… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Every man's death is standing in for every other. And since death comes to all there is no way to abate the… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
They spoke less and less between them until at last they were silent altogether as is often the way with travelers approaching… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“He imagined the pain of the world to be like some formless parasitic being seeking out the warmth of human souls wherein… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
The man who believes that the secrets of the world are forever hidden lives in mystery and fear. Superstition will drag him… — 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
“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
“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
The names of the cerros and the sierras and the deserts exist only on maps. We name them that we do not… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
So everything is necessary. Every least thing. This is the hard lesson. Nothing can be dispensed with. Nothing despised. Because the seams… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
The notion that the species can be improved in some way, that everyone could live in harmony, is a really dangerous idea.… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Creative work is often driven by pain. It may be that if you don't have something in the back of your head… — 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
Men have in their minds a picture of how the world will be. How they will be in that world. The world… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
I always thought when I got older that God would sort of come into my life in some way. He didn't. I… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
The way of the world is to bloom and to flower and die but in the affairs of men there is no… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
I like what I do. Some writers have said in print that they hated writing and it was just a chore and… — 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
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
When I came into your life your life was over. It had a beginning, a middle, and an end. This is the… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
If you could breathe a breath so strong you could blow out the wolf. Like you blow out the copo. Like you… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
The universe is no narrow thing and the order within it is not constrained by any latitude in its conception to repeat… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
By early evening all the sky to the north had darkened and the spare terrain they trod had turned a neuter gray… — 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
