Quotes from Cormac McCarthy

What is the significance of the book's title? 2. Discuss the meaning of the observation: "The world was new each day for God so made it daily. Yet it contained within it all the evils as before" [p. 278]. How are these words applicable to the novel's action?

The delicate cellular warfare in a waterdrop.

You have no right to represent people this way, he said. A man is all men. You have no right to your wretchedness.

He wears on his head a hat he's made from leaves and they have dried and cracked in the sun and he looks like a raggedyman wandered from some garden where he'd used to frighten birds.

he knew he feared the world to come for in it were already written certainties no man would wish for.

That's pretty much gone. I know that to be female is an older thing even than to be human. I want to be as old as I can be.

John Grady, de pie ante la ventana del café vacío, observando las actividades de la plaza, dijo que era bueno que Dios ocultase las verdades de la vida a los jóvenes cuando empezaban pues de otro modo no tendrían ánimos para empezar.

But who builds in stone seeks to alter the structure of the universe and so it was with these masons however primitive their works may seem to us.

Each man is the bard of his own existence. This is how he is joined to the world.

I had this dream. What dream. I had it twice. Well what was it. There was this big fire out on the dry lake. There aint nothin to burn on a dry lake. I know it. What happened. These people were burnin. The lake was on fire and they was burnin up. It's probably somethin you ate. I had the same dream twice. Maybe you ate the same thing twice. I dont think so.

God made this world, but he didn't make it to suit everybody did he.

Above all a knowing deep in the bone that beauty and loss are one.

He stood in the center of the square where the tracks of commerce lay fossilized in dried mud about him, turning, an amphitheatrical figure in that moonwrought waste manacled to a shadow that struggled grossly in the dust.

Yellow leaves were falling all through the forest and the river was filled with them, shuttling and winking, golden leaves that rushed like poured coins in the tailwater. A perishable currency, forever renewed.

they nodded solemnly and they were careful of their demeanor that they not be thought to have opinions on what they heard for like most men skilled at their work they were scornful of any least suggestion of knowing anything not learned at first hand.

Imaginó el dolor del mundo como un parásito informe buscando el calor de las almas humanas donde incubar y creyó saber qué le hacía a uno vulnerable a sus visitas. Lo que no sabía era que no tenía mente y por tanto no podía conocer los límites de aquellas almas y temió que no existieran límites.

Deep in each man is the knowledge that something knows of his existence. Something knows, and cannot be fled nor hid from. To imagine otherwise is to imagine the unspeakable. It was never that this man ceased to believe in God. No. It was rather that he came to believe terrible things of Him.

The earth fell away on every side equally in its arcature and by these limits were they circumscribed and of them were they locus.

How does the never to be differ from what never was

the endless riding of horses to their deaths bearing flags or banners or the tentlike tapestries painted with portraits of the Virgin carried on poles into battle as if the mother of God herself were authoress of all that calamity and mayhem and madness.

Men's memories are uncertain and the past that was differs little from the past that was not -Judge Holden

Cuando los corderos se pierden en el monte, dijo, se les oye llorar. Unas veces acude la madre. Otras el lobo. Les

If you carry your past into battle you are riding to your death.

place of being except in the telling only and there it lives and makes its home and therefore we can never be done with the telling.