Cormac McCarthy Quotes

When the truck finally pulled out and they saw him still standing they offered their bundles for him to sit on and he did so and he nodded and dozed to the hum of the tires on the blacktop and the rai...

Whoever would seek out his history through what unraveling of loins and ledgerbooks must stand at last darkened and dumb at the shore of a void without terminus or origin and whatever science he might...

You never know when you'll be in need of them you've despised,

You think when you wake up in the mornin yesterday dont count. But yesterday is all that does count. What else is there? Your life is made out of the days it's made out of. Nothin else. You might thin...

Zapomeneš, co si chceš pamatovat a pamatuješ si, co chceš zapomenout.

[...] er blies die Asche vom Sitz des Lokführers und setzte den Jungen vor das Führerpult. Das Führerpult war sehr schlicht. Kaum mehr zu tun, als den Handgashebel nach vorn zu schieben. Er machte Zug...

And the filthy hides of which they’d divested themselves smoked and stank and blackened in the flames and the red sparks rose like the souls of the small life they’d harbored.

And they watched the fire which does contain within it something of men themselves inasmuch as they are less without it and are divided from their origins and are exiles. For

All of this like some ancient anointing. So be it. Evoke the forms. Where you've nothing else construct ceremonies out of the air and breathe upon them.

Any time you quit hearin Sir and Mam the end is pretty much in sight.

Are you no afraid of God? I got no reason to be afraid of God. I’ve even got a bone or two to pick with Him. You

Before man was, war waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner.

Boyd aint goin nowhere. If I am he is. Boyd’s a juvenile. They aint goin to turn him over to you. Hell. You’re a juvenile yourself. I aint askin.

But I didn't know what to say to him. What do you say to a man that by his own admission has no soul? Why would you say anything?

But that man who sets himself the task of singling out the thread of order from the tapestry (of life) will by the decision alone have taken charge of the world and it is only by such taking charge of...

But this man had set down with a hammer and chisel and carved out a stone water trough to last ten thousand years. Why was that? What was it that he had faith in? It wasn't that nothin' would change....

Commend him gently, whom the wrath he suckled at his heart has wasted more than years.

Como el primer síntoma de un galucoma frío enpañando al mundo.

Como num daqueles jogos que se jogam nas festas. Diz a palavra ao ouvido do seguinte. Por isso, sejamos parcimoniosos. Aquilo que alteramos nas recordações também em a sua realidade, conhecida ou não.

Cuando ella se volvió y le miró, él comprendió que le había visto desde la ventanilla del vagón. Mientras caminaba hacia él, su belleza se le antojó algo totalmente improbable. Una presencia inimagina...