Quotes from Cormac McCarthy

Or some agent of the Matacumbe Petroleum Group. Who must think that he thought that they thought that he thought they were very dumb. He thought about that.

It's a mystery. 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.

Mercy is the province of the person alone. There is mass hatred and there is mass grief. Mass vengeance and even mass suicide. But there is no mass forgiveness. There is only you.

The wrath of God lies sleeping. It was hid a million years before men were and only men have power to wake it.

Zwei Tage später kamen sie zu einem Tidefluss, wo eine eingestürzte Brücke im langsam sich bewegenden Wasser lag. Sie saßen auf der kaputten Böschungsmauer der Straße und sahen zu, wie der Fluss zurückströmte und über das eiserne Gitterwerk spielte. Er blickte über das Wasser auf das Land dahinter. Was machen wir jetzt, Papa?, fragte er. Ja, was?, sagte der Junge.

Una negrura como para que dolieran los oídos de escucha

Blood was a condition of their lives and none asked what had befallen him or why.

He said men believe death's elections to be a thing inscrutable yet every act invites the act which follows and to the extent that men put one foot before the other they are accomplices in their own deaths as in all such facts of destiny.

When the boy said that he had not known that he would be required to pay in order to pass through the country the hacendado said that then he was in much the same situation as the wolf.

Before the colt could struggle up John Grady had squatted on its neck and pulled its head up and to one side and was holding the horse by the muzzle with the long bony head pressed against his chest and the hot sweet breath of it flooding up from the dark wells of its nostrils over his face and neck like news from another world.

People will go to strange lengths to avoid the suffering they have coming. The world is full of people who should have been more willing to weep.

Somewhere out there is a true and living prophet of destruction and I dont want to confront him.

He knew that he should wonder what was to become of him.

I agreed with him that there wasnt a whole lot good you could say about old age and he said he knew one thing and I said what is that. And he said it dont last long.

I dont know what sort of world she will live in and I have no fixed opinions concerning how she should live in it. I only know that if she does not come to value what is true above what is useful it will make little difference whether she lives at all.

and he also told me that I should rethink submitting my thesis. He read your thesis. He read three different drafts of it, actually. Did he understand it? Pretty much. He understood what was wrong with it. And that was? That nobody could understand it.

Aki felismeri a végzetét s mégis az ellenkezÅ' irányt választja végül éppúgy ugyanoda ér s éppúgy számot kell adnia ugyanabban a szabott órában mert minden ember sorsa és végzete éppen akkora amekkora a világ melyben lakozik és amelyben minden ellentét egyaránt benne foglaltatik.

Then he just sat there holding the binoculars and watching the ashen daylight congeal over the land. He knew only that the child was his warrant. He said: If he is not the word of God God never spoke.

The world was new each day for God so made it daily. Yet it contained within it all the evils as before, no more, no less. The

This is my child, he said. I wash a dead man's brains out of his hair.

You'd think a man that had waited eighty some odd years on God to come into his life, well, you'd think he'd come. If he didnt you'd still have to figure that he knew what he was doin. I dont know what other description of God you could have.

They wont ride at night, said Brown. The recruit looked back at the figures gathered about the keg in that scoured and darkening waste. Why wont they? he said. Brown spat. Because it's dark, he said.

Information and survival will ultimately be the same thing.

What's in a shadow? Do they move along at the speed of the light that casts them? How deep do they get?