Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
If much in the world were mystery the limits of that world were not, for it was without measure or bound and… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
The world to come must be composed of what is past. No other material is at hand. — 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
In the end we all come to be cured of our sentiments. Those whom life does not cure death will. The world… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
He lay on his back in his blankets and looked our where the quartermoon lay cocked over the heel of the mountains.… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it. — 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
The truth about the world, he said, is that anything is possible. Had you not seen it all from birth and thereby… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Rage is really only for the good days. The truth is there's little of that left. the truth is that the forms… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
There was a sharp crack from somewhere on the mountain. Then another. It's just a tree falling, he said. It's okay. The… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Somewhere in the world is the most invincible man. Just as somewhere is the most vulnerable. — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Our waking life's desire to shape the world to our convenience invites all manner of paradox and difficulty. — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“The man smiled at him a sly smile. As if they knew a secret between them, these two. Something of age and… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
In his dream she was sick and he cared for her. The dream bore the look of sacrifice but he thought differently.… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Only now is the child finally divested of all that he has been. His origins are become remote as is his destiny… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Lying under such a myriad of stars. The sea’s black horizon. He rose and walked out and stood barefoot in the sand… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
The world was new each day for God so made it daily. Yet it contained within it all the evils as before,… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
He said that men believe the blood of the slain to be of no consequence but that the wolf knows better. He… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Finally he said that if men drink the blood of God yet they do not understand the seriousness of what they do.… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
On this road there are no godspoke men. They are gone and I am left and they have taken with them the… — 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
The world is quite ruthless in selecting between the dream and the reality, even where we will not. — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
I've always been interested in the Southwest. There isn't a place in the world you can go where they don't know about… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
He walked out in the gray light and stood and he saw for a brief moment the absolute truth of the world.… — 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
