Quotes from Cormac McCarthy

I knew that courage came with less struggle for some than for others but I believed that anyone who desired it could have it. That the desire was the thing itself. The thing itself. I could think of nothing else of which that was true.

No hay criterio definitivo que pueda demostrar la bondad o maldad de un juicio ético. Que

Things separate from their stories have no meaning. They are only shapes of a certain size and color. A certain weight. When their meaning has become lost to us they no longer have even a name.

Western took a drink and passed the bottle back. Borman drank. The brown liquor boiled in the bottle. When he lowered it the bottle was a third gone and his eyes were watering. He wiped his mouth and held the bottle out. Hell, Western. I've drunk worse liquor than that. Here.

A dimly seething rabble had coagulated within.

to try whether the stuff of creation may be shaped to man's will or whether his own heart is not another kind of clay.

He talked to her a long time and as the boy tending the wolf could not understand what it was he said he said what was in his heart. He made her promises that he swore to keep in the making. That he would take her to the mountains where she would find others of her kind. She watched him with her yellow eyes and in them was no despair but only that same reckonless deep of loneliness that cored the world to its heart.

I've no sympathy with people to whom things happen. It may be that their luck is bad, but is that to count in their favor? I

The moon was already a quarter ways up. All but day bright. He felt like something in a jar.

Its general vacuity aside there seems to be a ceiling to well-being. My guess is that you can only be so happy. While there seems to be no floor to sorrow. Each deeper misery being a state heretofore unimagined. Each suggestive of worse to come. I

Such as. Do you ever think what it would be like to meet a person you've known for a long time for the first time in these later years? To meet them anew. You're thinking they would be a much different person to you if you didnt know their history. Yes. How would it differ from when you first met them? That's not it. We're talking about them as they are now. Only with a past unknown to us.

He heard the fireman clank shut the door and leave and he poured the coffee and stirred in milk from a can and sipped and blew and read of wildness and violence across the cup's rim. As it was then, is now and ever shall.

In the smoking dawn the party riding ragged and bloody with their baled peltries looked less like victors than the harried afterguard of some ruined army retreating across the meridians of chaos and old night, the horses stumbling, the men tottering asleep in the saddles.

El hombre que cree que los secretos del mundo están ocultos para siempre vive inmerso en el misterio y el miedo. La superstición acabará con él. La lluvia erosionará los actos de su vida. Pero el hombre que se impone la tarea de reconocer el hilo conductor del orden de entre el tapiz habrá asumido por esa sola decisión la responsabilidad del mundo y es solo mediante esa asunción que producirá el modo de dictar los términos de su propio destino.

I gave up apologizing for myself a long time ago. What should I say? That I'm sorry to be that which I am?

La gente dice que el coyote es un brujo. Muchas veces el brujo es un coyote.

the only thing worse than losing is not playing

È interessante sapere come funziona il mondo. [...] La gente mi chiede «Perche ti interessa la fisica?». Ma perche non dovrebbe? Per me, la cosa più curiosa di tutte è la mancanza di curiosità. Proprio non la capisco.

he said that it was good that God kept the truths of life from the young as they were starting out or else they'd have no heart to start at all. By

Do you know what happens with people who cannot govern themselves? That's right. Others come in to govern for them.

Those whom life does not cure death will. The world is quite ruthless in selecting between the dream and the reality, even where we will not.

There's a lot of wreckage out there. Lot of sparclingers. But they cant cling forever. You got people who think it would be a good idea to discover the true nature of darkness. The hive of darkness and the lair thereof. You can see them out there with their lanterns. What is wrong with this picture?

Everywhere hung portraits of blacks, strange family groups where the faces watched gravely from out of their paper past. Hanging in the dark like galleries of condemned.

It was always himself that the coward abandoned first, after this all other betrayals came easily