Hung Quote by Cormac McCarthy Download Open image ““A rich smell of woodsmoke hung over the road.”” — Cormac McCarthy ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.0 out of 5 (8 ratings) Copy quoteShare Hung Money Rich Smell Road Smell Smell Woodsmoke Woodsmoke Hung
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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
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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
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“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
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“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
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Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name. — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share Image
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