Quotes from Cormac McCarthy

They came three times for the old man. At first it was just the Sheriff and Gifford. They were one foot up the porch steps when he swung the door open and threw down on them and they could see the mule ears of the old shotgun laid back viciously along the locks. They turned and went back down the yard, not saying anything or even looking back, and the old man closed the door behind them.

God it set them yappin on the slope like dogs and he turns to us, the judge, with that smile of his, and he says: Gentlemen. That was all he said.

The rage of children seemed inexplicable other than as a breach of some deep and innate covenant having to do with how the world should be and wasnt. I understood that their raw exposure to the world was the world.

So what is the way of raising a child? At a young age, said the judge, they should be put in a pit with wild dogs. They should be set to puzzle out from their proper clues the one of three doors that does not harbor wild lions. They should be made to run naked in the desert until Ã¢â'¬Â¦

At what age in a child's life does rage become sorrow? I dont know. I dont think Piaget addresses the question. Or why. I think I know why. The injustice over which they are so distraught is irremediable. And rage is only for what you believe can be fixed. All the rest is grief. At some point they get this.

the right dreams for a man in peril were dreams of peril and all else was the call of languor and of death.

Too soon old and too late smart. You dont know anything till it gets here. You told me once that maybe the end of the road has nothing to do with the road. Maybe it doesnt even know there's been a road. You ready?

They produced tobacco and papers and passed them to him not ceremoniously but with that deprecatory gesture of humility which country people confer in a look, a lift of the hand.

Üç hafta önce s?radan bir vatandaÅŸt?m. Dokuz-sekiz aras? çal???yordum. Daha doÄŸrusu sekiz-dört. Bir olay oldu mu oluyor iÅŸte. Sana sormuyor ve iznini istemiyor.

That hurt, didn't it? The boy said. - Yes. It did. - Are you real brave? - Just medium. - What's the bravest thing you ever did? - He spat into the road a bloody phlegm. Getting up this morning, he said. - Really? - No. Don't listen to me. Come on, let's go.

Quando non ti resta nient'altro imbastisci cerimoniali sul nulla e soffiaci sopra

I could tell you why—and you stit wouldn't know. That's all right. You can set and ast a bunch of idjit questions. But not knowin a thing ain't never made it not so. Well, I'm a old man and I've seen some hard times, so I don't reckon Brushy Mountain'll be the worst place I was ever in.

Whatever exists, he said. Whatever in creation exists without my knowledge exists without my consent.

Etrafa iyi sat?c? çok, dur bakal?m, belki bir ÅŸey al?rs?n. Hayat?m biraz geç kald?n. Ben alaca??m? ald?m zaten. DeÄŸiÅŸtirmeye de niyetim yok.

Somewhere out there is a true and living prophet of destruction and I dont want to confront him. I know he's real. I have seen his work. I walked in front of those eyes once. I wont do it again. I wont push my chips forward and stand up and go out to meet him.

The arc of circling bodies is determined by the length of their tether, said the judge. Moons,coins,men.

She came down the steps slowly, madonna bereaved, so grief-stunned and wooden pieta of perpetual dawn, the birds were hushed in the presence of this gravity and the derelict that she had taken for the son of light himself was consumed in shame like a torch. She touched him as a blind person might. Deep in the floor of her welling eyes dead leaves scudding. Please go away, she said.

The night was cold and clear and the sparks rising from the fire raced hot and red among the stars.

We come here from Georgia. Our family did. Horse and wagon. I pretty much know that for a fact. I know they's a lots of things in a family history that just plain aint so. Any family. The stories gets passed on and the truth gets passed over. As the sayin goes.

A man is always right to pursue the thing he loves. No matter even if it kills him? I think so. Yes. No matter what.

Has pensado alguna vez en la muerte? Sí. A veces. ¿Y tú? Sí. A veces. ¿Crees que existe un cielo? Sí. ¿Tú no? No lo sé. Quizá sí. ¿Crees que puedes creer en el cielo si no crees en el infierno? Creo que puedes creer lo que quieras.

How come this and how come that? I dont know. How come sheep dont shrink in the rain? We're working without a net here.

My job is to take care of you. I was appointed to do that by God. I will kill anyone who touches you. Do you understand?

The consequences of an act are often quite different from what one would guess. You must be sure that the intention in your heart is large enough to contain all wrong turnings, all disappointments