Quotes from Cormac McCarthy

The cold relentless circling of the intestate earth.

You may see the time you wish you had worse.

And so everything is supposed to hang on the speed of light but nobody wants to talk about the speed of dark.

I know they's a lots of things in a family history that just plain aint so. Any family. The stories get passed on and the truth gets passed over. As the saying goes.

Le cose ci sono e poi non ci sono più. Credo che sentirne la mancanza vuol dire sperare che tornino. Ma le cose non tornano

The old man swung his head back and forth. The way of the transgressor is hard. God made this world but he didn't make it to suit everybody, did he? I don't believe he much had me in mind. Aye, said the old man. But where does a man come by his notions. What world's he seen that he liked better?

The boy stood up and got his broom and put it over his shoulder. He looked at his father. What are our long term goals? he said. What? Our long term goals. Where did you hear that? I dont know. No, where did you? You said it. When? A long time ago. What was the answer? I dont know. Well. I dont either. Come on. It's getting dark.

Where the bodies are buried in the desert is a certain world, Counselor. Where they are simply left in the street is another. That is a country heretofore unknown to me. But it must have always been there, must it not?

A friend once told me that those who choose a love that can never be fulfilled will be hounded by a rage that can never be extinguished.

What's the bravest thing you ever did? He spat into the road a bloody phlegm. Getting up this morning, he said.

I hadnt known until that night that at its worst lust could be something close to anguish.

All reality is loss and all loss is eternal. There is no other kind.

Are you no afraid of God? I got no reason to be afraid of God. I've even got a bone or two to pick with Him. You

He knew that those things we most desire to hold in our hearts are often taken from us while that which we would put away seems often by that very wish to become endowed with unsuspected powers of endurance.

The notion of nothing is an inconceivable notion

How many cats you got? Several. Depends on what you mean by got. Some of em are half wild and the rest are just outlaws. They run out the door when they heard your truck.

Every remedy for loneliness only postpones it.

The more naive your life the more frightening your dreams. Your unconscious will keep trying to wake you.

They rode in a narrow enfilade along a trail strewn with the dry round turds of goats and they rode with their faces averted from the rock wall and the bakeoven air which it rebated, the slant black shapes of the mounted men stenciled across the stone with a definition austere and implacable like shapes capable of violating their covenant with the flesh that authored them and continuing autonomous across the naked rock without reference to sun or man or god.

The mountain road brick-red of dust laced with lizard tracks, coming up through the peach orchard, hot, windless, cloistral in a silence of no birds save one vulture hung in the smokeblue void of the sunless mountainside, rocking on the high updrafts, and the road turning and gated with bullbriers waxed and green, and the green cadaver grin sealed in the murky waters of the peach pit, slimegreen skull with newts coiled in the eyesockets and a wig of moss.

He sipped his coffee. The face that lapped and shifted in the dark liquid in the cup seemed an omen of things to come.

Evoca las formas. Cuando no tengas nada más inventa ceremonias e infúndeles vida.

Her eyes above the shoulder of her partner swept across him where he stood.

Boyd aint goin nowhere. If I am he is. Boyd's a juvenile. They aint goin to turn him over to you. Hell. You're a juvenile yourself. I aint askin.