Quotes from Cormac McCarthy

Perhaps in the world's destruction it would be possible at last to see how it was made. Oceans, mountains. The ponderous counterspectacle of things ceasing to be. The sweeping waste, hydroptic and coldly secular. The silence.

The whole affair calls up images you'd rather not entertain. Her great hummocky fundament wobbling away down the street like a sack of cats headed for the river.

Itinerant degenerates bleeding westward like some heliotropic plague.

each the other's world entire.

Se le regole che hai seguito ti hanno portato fino a questo punto, a che servono quelle regole?

Imi aduc aminte cind s-a pensionat tata si mama i-a spus: "Am zis ca la bine si la rau, dar n-am zis nimic despre prinz.

The subject was war. The good book says that he that lives by the sword shall perish by the sword, said the black. The judge smiled, his face shining with grease. What right man would have it any other way? he said.

There was light all about him.

Three weeks ago I was a law abidin citizen. Workin a nine to five job. Eight to four, anyways. Things happen to you they happen. They dont ask first. They dont require your permission.

He in the limbo of the Christless righteous, I in a terrestrial hell.

Cum suna chestia aia...? Cu adevarul si dreptatea? - Ne dedicam trup si suflet in fiecare zi. Ceva de genul asta. - Eu cred ca o sa-ncep de-acum sa ma dedic de doua ori pe zi. Si as putea ajunge si la trei, pina se termina. Ne vedem miine dimineata.

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

There had to be a last man standing. And it wasnt the cuate in the Bronco begging for water.

I despise the wintertime. I never did see what was the use in there even bein one.

In my experience people who say no matter what seldom know what what might turn out to be. They dont know how bad what might get.

Is it real? The fire? Yes it is. Where is it? I dont know where it is. Yes you do. It's inside you. It was always there. I can see it.

Like a patrol condemned to ride out some ancient curse.

He sat with his back to a rock and felt the warmth of the sun on his face and watched it pool and flare and drain away dragging with it all that pink and rose and crimson sky.

E o femeie tinara in o multime de privinte. Daca n-as fi avut-o, nu stiu ce m-as fi facut. De fapt, ba da, stiu. Si nici n-ar fi fost nevoie de o cutie pentru asta.

Each leaf he passed he'd never pass again. They rode over his face like veils, already some yellow, their veins like slender bones where the sun shone through them. He had resolved himself to ride on for he could not turn back and the world that day was as lovely as any day that ever was and he was riding to his death.

But who will find him if he's lost? Who will find the little boy? Goodness will find the little boy. It always has. It will again.

All the time you spend tryin to get back what's been took from you there's more goin out the door.

Where did everybody go? And that's how it will be. What's wrong with that?

Se vuoi aiutare chi è nei guai, devi andare dove stanno i guai. C'è poco da scegliere.