I think sometimes people would rather have a bad answer about things than no answer at all.
I remember back a number of years, talkin about fairs, they had a old boy come through would shoot live pigeons with ye. Him with a rifle and you with a shotgun. Or anything else. He must of had a tru...
I look for the words, Professor. I look for the words because I believe that the words is the way to your heart.
I got no reason to be afraid of God. I’ve even got a bone or two to pick with Him.
I dont know what I ever done, she said. I truly dont.Chigurh nodded. Probably you do, he said. There's a reason for everything.She shook her head. How many times I've said them very words. I wont agai...
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.Nobody would know it.It wouldn't make any difference. When you die it's the same as if...
He'd stepped on something. He took a step back and knelt and parted the grass with his hands. It was an apple. He picked it up and held it to the light. Hard and brown and shriveled. He wiped it with...
He walked out on the beach to the edge of the light and stood with his clenched fists on top of his skull and fell to his knees sobbing in rage.
He told how he had seen the lies run down the lawyer’s tongue. Vague but of a substance, they came down like mice and looked about a moment before scuttling off.
He rocked in the swells, floating like the first germ of life adrift on the earth's cooling seas, formless macule of plasm trapped in a vapor drop and all creation yet to come.
He nodded toward the specimens he’d collected. These anonymous creatures, he said, may seem little or nothing in the world. Yet the smallest crumb can devour us. Any smallest thing beneath yon rock ou...
He lifted the slice of cake and bit into it and turned the page. The old musty album with its foxed and crumbling paper seemed to breathe a reek of the vault, turning up one by one these dead faces wi...
He dreamt that night that he rode through the woods on a low ridge. Below him he could see deer in a meadow where the sun fell on the grass. The grass was still wet and the deer stood in it to their e...
He built no fire. He lay listening to the horse crop the grass at his stakerope and he listened to the wind in the emptiness and watched stars trace the arc of the hemisphere and die in the darkness a...
He asked that God remember those who had died and he asked that the living gathered together here remember that the corn grows by the will of God and beyond that will there is neither corn nor growing...
Hai mai notato che le donne fanno fatica ad accettare un no come risposta? Mi sa che cominciano all'età di tre anni.
Females of domestic reputation lounged upon the balconies they passed with faces gotten up in indigo and almagre gaudy as the rumps of apes and they peered from behind their fans with a kind of lurid...
E' una questione personale. E' proprio questo l'effetto dell'istruzione. Rende il mondo intero qualcosa di personale.
Do you think God knows what's happenin?I expect he does.You think he can stop it?No. I dont.
But the kid only spat into the darkness of the space between them. I know your kind, he said. What’s wrong with you is wrong all the way through you.