The man watched him. Real life is pretty bad? What do you think? Well, I think we're still here. A lot of… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
I don't know what of our culture is going to survive, or if we survive. If you look at the Greek plays,… — 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
A man seeks his own destiny and no other, said the judge. Wil or nill. Any man who could discover his own… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
He could not construct for the child's pleasure the world he'd lost without constructing the loss as well and he thought perhaps… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
I yearn for the darkness. I pray for death. Real death. If I thought that in death I would meet the people… — 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
The one thing I can tell you is that you wont survive for yourself. I know because I would never have come… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Well, I guess in all honesty I would have to say that I never knew nor did I ever hear of anybody… — 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 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
