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
When he went back to the fire he knelt and smoothed her hair as she slept and he said if he were… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
They heard somewhere in that tenantless night a bell that tolled and ceased where no bell was and they rode out on… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
He thought that in the beauty of the world were hid a secret. He thought that the world’s heart beat at some… — 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
Looking over the country with those sunken eyes as if the world out there had been altered or made suspect by what… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
To have a child when you're older, it wrenches you up out of your nap and makes you look at things, you… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
He'd half meant to speak but those eyes had altered the world forever in the space of a heartbeat. — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Then they set out along the blacktop in the gunmetal light, shuffling through the ash, each the other's world entire. — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
You give up the world line by line. Stoically. And then one day you realize that your courage is farcical. It doesn't… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
I didn't mean I'd seen everything, John Grady said. I know you didn't. I just meant I'd seen some things I'd as… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
He lay listening to the water drip in the woods. Bedrock, this. The cold and the silence. The ashes of the late… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Men speak of blind destiny, a thing without scheme or purpose. But what sort of destiny is that? Each act in this… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Fear of an enemy can often blind men to other hazards, not least the shape which they themselves make in the world. — 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
If people knew the story of their lives how many would then elect to live them? People speak about what is in… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Years later he'd stood in the charred ruins of a library where blackened books lay in pools of water. Shelves tipped over.… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“If you had to say something definitive about the world in a single sentence what would that sentence be? It would be… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
If a dream can tell the future it can also thwart that future. For God will not permit that we shall know… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
I don't think goodness is something that you learn. If you're left adrift in the world to learn goodness from it, you… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“I dont know what sort of world she will live in and I have no fixed opinions concerning how she should live… — 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
The priest therefore saw what the anchorite could not. That God needs no witness. Neither to himself nor against. The truth is… — 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
