Quotes from Cormac McCarthy

After a while he said: It's not about knowin where you are. It's about thinkin you got there without takin anything with you. Your notions about startin over. Or anybody's. You dont start over. That's what it's about. Ever step you take is forever. You cant make it go away. None of it. You understand what I'm saying?

Ya?ad?klar? derin sularda her ?ey insandan daha ya?l?yd? ve esrarl? ?eyler m?r?ldan?rlard?.

It howled execration upon the dim camarine world of its nativity wail on wail while he lay there gibbering with palsied jawhasps, his hands putting back the night like some witless paraclete beleaguered with all limbo's clamor.

Glanton could see crouched in a corner a Mexican or halfbreed boy maybe twelve years old. He was naked save for a pair of old calzones and makeshift sandals of uncured hide. He glared back at Glanton with a sort of terrified insolence.

She said: Sheriff how come you to let crime get so out of hand in your county? Sounded like a fair question I reckon. Maybe it was a fair question. Anyway I told her, I said: It starts when you begin to overlook bad manners.

What do you think the old man would of done? You know what he'd of done. Boyd took the stem from his teeth and threaded it through the buttonhole on the pocket of his ragged shirt and looped and tied it. Yeah. He aint here to say though, is he? I dont know. Someways I think he'll always have a say.

the only thing worse than losing is not playing. I

Nunca sabes cuándo necesitarás a los que has despreciado.

A lawyer aint a priest. Nor a doctor. Law's more vagrant than sickness or sin. We make our case. We'd be fools to say what a dozen other fools might think of it.

Such a man is like a dreamer who wakes from a dream of grief to a greater sorrow yet. All that he loves is now become a torment to him. The pin has been pulled from the axis of the universe. Whatever one takes one's eye from threatens to flee away. Such a man is lost to us. He moves and speaks. But he is himself less than the merest shadow among all that he beholds. There is no picture of him possible. The smallest mark upon the page exaggerates his presence

Di tutto ciò che è uscito dalle sordide gole degli anziani, dai vecchi libri ammuffiti, non ho salvato una parola. Ho sognato che camminavo con mio nonno sulla riva di un lago scuro e i discorsi del vecchio erano pieni di incertezza. Ho visto come tutto ciò che è finto si stacca dai morti.

Wow, said Bianca.

For the sharing of bread is not such a simple thing nor is its acknowledgement. Whatever thanks be given, however spoke or written down.

Then he told them another story and it was this story.

Entienda que ya existe este ogro. Este chupador de ojos. Él y otros como él. Ellos no han desaparecido del mundo. Y nunca lo harán.

To know what will come is the same as to make it so.

And I woke up and as I woke up the dream began to dissolve. The dream and the story of the dream. And I knew that in the dream was an understanding that was simply a gift and it was receding in the darkness and I sat up in bed and called out after it but it simply fell to pieces in my mind

Tutte le cose piene di grazia e bellezza che ci portiamo nel cuore hanno un'origine comune nel dolore.

He visto tantas maldades que no sé cómo Dios no apaga el sol y acaba con todos nosotros

You would give up your dreams in order to escape your nightmares and I would not. I think it's a bad bargain.

Come ultime parole direi che non sono stato infelice." "Ma non possiedi nulla." "Forse gli ultimi saranno i primi." "Tu ci credi?" "No." "A che cosa credi?" "Credo che gli ultimi e i primi soffrono allo stesso modo. Pari passu. Non è solo nelle tenebre della notte che tutte le anime sono una sola.

Looking over the country with those sunken eyes as if the world out there had been altered or made suspect by what he'd seen of it elsewhere. As if he might never see it right again. Or worse did he see it right at last. See it as it had always been, would forever be.

No todo el mundo necesita tener una razón para ir a alguna parte.

There is a fusion in the memory of events which is at loose ends where reality is concerned. You wake from a nightmare with a certain relief. But that doesn't erase itself. It's always there. Even after it's forgotten. The haunting sense that there is something you have not understood will remain long after.