Cormac McCarthy Quotes

The arc of circling bodies is determined by the length of their tether, said the judge. Moons,coins,men.

That’s so, said the judge. They do not have to have a reason. But order is not set aside because of their indifference.

I had this dream.What dream.I had it twice.Well what was it.There was this big fire out on the dry lake.There aint nothin to burn on a dry lake.I know it.What happened.These people were burnin. The la...

Nights dark beyond darkness and the days more gray each one that what had gone before. Like the onset of some cold glaucoma dimming away the world.

Nineteen is old enough to know that if you have got somethin that means the world to you it's all that more likely it'll get took away. Sixteen was, for that matter.

No hay criterio definitivo que pueda demostrar la bondad o maldad de un juicio ético. Que

That good luck might be no such thing. There were few nights lying in the dark that he did not envy the dead.

Ами ако ти кажа, че то е Бог?- За мен всичко това вече е минало. От години. Там, където хората не могат да живеят, и за боговете няма място. Ще видиш, че съм прав. По-добре е да си сам. Затова се надя...

When one has nothing left make ceremonies out of the air and breathe upon them.

He was dressed in odd and garish fashion and his clothes were embroidered with signs that had about them the geometric look of instructions, perhaps a game. He wore jewelry of jade and silver and his...

Tell us where the world went.

When I was in school I studied biology. I learned that in making their experiments scientists will take some group - bacteria, mice, people - and subject that group to certain conditions. They compare...

He mistrusted all of that. He said the right dreams for a man in peril were dreams of peril and all else was the call of languor and of death. He slept little and he slept poorly. He dreamt of walking...

Sutree se detiene junto a una vieja cripta que un árbol ha desmantelado a medias en su crecer. Dentro no hay nada. Ni huesos ni polvo. Como sin duda son los muertos después de la muerte. La muerte es...

Nor does God whisper through the trees. His voice is not to be mistaken. When men hear it they fall to their knees and their souls are riven and they cry out to Him and there is no fear but only wildn...

Nor does God whisper through the trees. His voice is not to be mistaken. When men hear it they fall to their knees and their souls are riven and they cry out to Him and there is no fear in them but on...

He looked up. His pale hair looked white. He looked fourteen going on some age that never was. He looked as if he’d been sitting there and God had made the trees and rocks around him. He looked like h...

What you put in your head is there forever.

He’s just a good all-around horse. He aint a finished horse but I think he’ll make a cow horse. I’m pleased to hear it. Of course your preference is for one that’ll bow up like a bandsaw and run head...

Tu credi che quando ti svegli la mattina quello che è successo ieri non conta. Invece è l'unica cosa che conta. La tua vita è fatta dei giorni che hai vissuto. Non c'è altro. Magari pensi di poter sca...