Cormac McCarthy Quotes
People always getting ready for tomorrow. I didn't believe in that. Tomorrow wasn't getting ready for them. It didn't even know they were there.
He thought each memory recalled must do some violence to its origins. As in a party game. Say the word and pass it on. So be sparing. What you alter in the remembering has yet a reality, known or not.
Do you think I lie to you?No.But you think I might lie to you about dying.Yes.Okay. I might. But we're not dying.Okay.
I never had any doubts about my abilities. I knew I could write. I just had to figure out how to eat while doing
His head was pounding and his vision skewed in some way and he was vaguely amazed at being alive and not sure that it was worth it.
How would you know if you were the last man on Earth? He said.I don't guess you would know it. You'd just be it.
He can neither read nor write and in him broods already a taste for mindless violence. All history present in that visage, the child the father of the man.
I aint sure we've seen these people before. Their kind. I dont know what to do about em even. If you killed em all they'd have to build a annex on to hell.
What's the bravest thing you ever did?He spat in the road a bloody phlegm. Getting up this morning, he said.
Lastly he looked at the face so caved and drawn among the folds of funeral cloth, the yellowed moustache, the eyelids paper thin. That was not sleeping. That was not sleeping.
To make the world. To make it again and again. To make it in the very maelstrom of its undoing.
They camped that night on the foreplain at the foot of a talus slope and the murder that had been reckoned upon took place.
Where all was burnt to ash before them no fires were to be had and the nights were long and dark and cold beyond anything they'd yet encountered. Cold to crack the stones. To take your life.
The man who believes that the secrets of the world are forever hidden lives in mystery and fear. Superstition will drag him down.
Sometimes you have a little problem and you dont fix it and then all of a sudden it aint a littleproblem anymore.
He tried to read her heart in her handclasp but he knew nothing.
In the draws the smoke coming off the ground like mist and the thin black trees burning on the slopes like heathen candles.
The judge like a great ponderous djinn stepped through the fire and the flames delivered him up as if he were in some way native to their element.
John Grady looked at the table. The paper cat stepped thin and slant among the shapes of cats thereon. He looked up again. Yessir, he said. Just me and him.
You have my whole heart. You always did. You're the best guy. You always were.
Just take me with you. Please.I cant.Please, Papa.I cant. I cant hold my son dead in my arms. I thought I could but I cant.
I believe that we are arks of the covenant and our true nature is not rage or deceit or terror or logic or craft or even sorrow. It is longing.
