He said that whether a man's life was writ in a book someplace or whether it took its form day by day… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
The core of literature is the idea of tragedy... You don't really learn much from the good things that happen to you. — 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
“I’m not interested in writing short stories. Anything that doesn’t take years of your life and drive you to suicide hardly seems… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
I don't know why I started writing. I don't know why anybody does it. Maybe they're bored, or failures at something else. — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
My perfect day is sitting in a room with some blank paper. That's heaven. That's gold, and anything else is just a… — 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
“I never had any doubts about my abilities. I knew I could write. I just had to figure out how to eat… — 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
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
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