Quotes from Cormac McCarthy

All law is writ in a seed.

There, he said. You see? You see how this is bad for one's billiard game? This thinking? The French have come into my house to mutilate my billiard game. No evil is beyond them.

People complain about the bad things that happen to em that they don't deserve but they seldom mention the good. About what they done to deserve them things. I don't recall that I ever give the good Lord all that much cause to smile on me. But he did.

Vive in silenzio il Dio che ha purgato questa terra con sale e cenere.

The sheriff shook his head. Dope, he said. Dope. They sell that shit to school kids. It's worse than that. How's that? School kids buy it.

There's data in the world available only to those who have reached a certain level of wretchedness. You dont know what's down there if you havent been down there. Joy on the other hand hardly even teaches gratitude. A thoughtful silence.

The ashes of the late world carried on the bleak and temporal winds to and fro in the void.

Diabolical on the other hand is all but synonymous with ingenious. What Satan had for sale in the garden was knowledge.

The world shrinking down about a raw core of parsible entities. The names of things slowly following those things into oblivion. Colors. The names of birds. Things to eat. Finally the names of things one believed to be true. More fragile than he would have thought. How much was gone already? The sacred idiom shorn of its referents and so of its reality. Drawing

His other few possessions lay about in the grotto where chance had arranged them.

You can think of me as a faithless slut if you like. I've taken a new lover. He can give me what you cannot. Death is not a lover. Oh yes he is.

He spoke into a blackness without depth or dimension.

I think that if there was a reason then that would just be one more thing to inquire about. My notion is you probably make up reasons after you've decided what it is you're goin to do. Or not do.

They say that women dream of danger to those in their care and men of danger to themselves.

Just remember that the things you put into your head are there forever

Do you think horses understand what people say? I aint sure most people do.

The faint light all about, quivering and sourceless, refracted in the rain of drifting soot.

The ashes of the late world carried on the bleak and temporal winds to and fro in the void. Carried forth and scattered and carried forth again.

Ever's a long time.

The snow whispered down in the stillness and the sparks rose and dimmed and died in the eternal blackness.

The shape of the city stood in the grayness like a charcoal drawing sketched across the waste.

She patted his hand. Gnarled, ropescarred, speckled from the sun and the years of it. The ropy veins that bound them to his heart. There was map enough for men to read. There God's plenty of signs and wonders to make a landscape. To make a world.

In the draws the smoke coming off the ground like mist and the thin black trees burning on the slopes like heathen candles.

There's too much shit still down the road that I got to deal with. It aint goin to end here.