Quotes from Cormac McCarthy

He was wounded in an enemy country far from home and although his eyes took in the alien stones about yet the greater void beyond seemed to swallow up his soul.

an old man at the farthest end of the table prayed for them all. He asked that God remember those who had died and he asked that the living gathered together here remember that the corn grows by the will of God and beyond that will there is neither corn nor growing nor light nor air nor rain nor anything at all save only darkness. Then they ate.

for a thing once set in motion has no ending in this world until the last witness has passed

Nadie puede sobornar a la muerte, Billy Said. De veras. Nadie. Nor God. Nor God. Billy watched the light bring up the shapes of the water standing in the fields beyond the roadway. Where do we go when we die? he said. I don't know, the man said. Where are we now?

You said that mathematics was mostly about hard work. But I'm still not sure how you go about it. Yes. The first thing you do it take off your shoes and socks. To have parallel access to base ten.

Sorry. Don't need sorry. Not in this house. Sorry laid the hearth here. Sorry ways and sorry people and heavensent grief and heartache to make you pine for your death.

In talking to older people who've had good lives, inevitably half of them will say, 'The most significant thing in my life is that I've been extraordinarily lucky.' And when you hear that you know you're hearing the truth. It doesn't diminish their talent or industry. You can have all that and fail.

No matter the magnitude of your doubts about the nature of the world you can't come up with another world without coming up with another you. It may even be that everybody starts out fairly unique only most people get over it.

He's an uncommon love for the common man and godly wisdom resides in the least of things so that it may well be that the voice of the Almighty speaks most profoundly in such beings as lives in silence themselves.

The flowered crown to all other abominations. A walkin plague in your own house. That's what's been

and all the horsemen's faces gaudy and grotesque with daubings like a company of mounted clowns, death hilarious.

No, said the blind man. I do not mean in this house. I mean here. Among us.

These were the new protocols. Strictures that had not existed before. Now they did.

Words are things.

If you think that the dignity of your life cannot be cancelled with the stroke of a pen then I think you should think again.

Blood. This country is give much blood. This Mexico. This is a thirsty country. The blood of a thousand Christs. Nothing

I lupi selezionano i lupi, amico. Quale altra creatura potrebbe farlo? E la razza umana non è ancora più rapace? Tutte le cose del mondo sbocciano, maturano e muoiono, ma in quelle dell'uomo non c'è tramonto e il mezzodì del suo fiorire è già l'inizio della notte. Il suo spirito si esaurisce nel momento stesso in cui raggiunge l'acme. Per lui il meridiano è insieme il crepuscolo e la sera del giorno. Gli piace giocare? Faccia la sua puntata.

The colt stood against the horse with its head down and the horse was watching, out there past the men's knowing, where the stars are drowning and wales ferry their vast souls through the black and seamless sea.

All I can say is that he never done nothin like this before.

SönmüÅŸ aÅŸklar?n fani ete kaz?nm?? efsaneleri.

and he knew that he would not be buried in this valley but in some distant place among strangers

The kid looked at Tobin. What's he a judge of?

My daddy used to tell me not to chew on somethin that was eatin you.

The dream wakes us to tell us to remember. Maybe there's nothing to be done. Maybe the question is whether the terror is a warning about the world or about ourselves. ... Are you waking from something you have seen or from something that you are?