Cormac McCarthy Quotes

Ye carry war of a madman's making onto a foreign land. Ye'll wake more than the dogs.

Yet the captain inhabited another space and it was a space of his own election and outside the common world of men.

You always pay too much. Particularly for promises. There aint no such thing as a bargain promise.

Guess he said cattle could tell the difference between a flight of geese and a cat on fire. Maybe

Loggia.

Some said they’d heard of pilgrims borne aloft like dervishes in those mindless coils to be dropped broken and bleeding upon the desert again and there perhaps to watch the thing that had destroyed th...

They rode out on the round dais of the earth which alone was dark and no light to it and which carried their figures and bore them up into the swarming stars so that they rode not under but among them...

¿Qué harías si yo muriera? / Si tú murieras yo también querría morirme / ¿Para poder estar conmigo? / Sí. Para poder estar contigo / Vale

حرف من راجع به این نیست که بدونی کجایی. راجع به اینه که به یه جایی برسی بدون این‌که هیچی با خودت برده باشی. چیزایی راجع به شروع دوباره تو ذهنت هست. یا تو ذهن هر کس دیگه‌ای. تو هیچ‌وقت دوباره شروع نمی‌...

—Ten presente que las cosas que te metes en la cabeza están ahí para siempre. Quizá deberías pensar en eso.—Algunas cosas las olvidas, ¿no?—Sí. Olvidas lo que quieres recordar y recuerdas lo que quier...

A ceremony then. One could well argue that there are not categories of no ceremony but only ceremonies of greater or lesser degree and deferring to this argument we will say that this is a ceremony of...

A man seeks his own destiny and no other, said the judge. Will or nill. Any man who could discover his own fate and elect therefore some opposite course could only come at last to that selfsame reckon...

A man was coming down the road driving a donkey piled high with firewood. In the distance the churchbells had begun. The man smiled at him a sly smile. As if they knew a secret between them, these two...

A man's at odds to know his mind cause his mind is aught he has to know it with. He can know his heart, but he dont want to. Rightly so. Best not to look in there. It aint the heart of a creature that...

Acts have their being in the witness. Without him who can speak of it? In the end one could even say that the act is nothing, the witness all.

Aldrig mer är en lång tid. Men pojken visste det han visste. Att aldrig mer inte är någon tid alls.

All night sheetlightning quaked sourceless to the west beyond the midnight thunderheads, making a bluish day of the distant desert, the mountains on the sudden skyline stark and black and livid like a...

All patched up out of parts and lowslung and bumping over the ruts. Filled with old lanky country boys with long cocks and big feet.

All progressions from a higher to a lower order are marked by ruins and mystery and a residue of nameless rage.

All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one's heart have a common provenance in pain. Their birth in grief and ashes. So, he whispered to the sleeping boy. I have you.