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6fd7fc9
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You never know what worse luck your bad luck has saved you from.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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f179b0f
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You forget what you want to remember, and you remember what you want to forget.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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416b0de
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Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.
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time
reality
past
injuries
scars
memory
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Cormac McCarthy |
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0290e6e
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Nobody wants to be here and nobody wants to leave.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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c975a16
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Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they li..
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fish
earth
man
loss
nature
world
wonder
past
parable
brooks
glens
environment
trout
mystery
destruction
creation
maps
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Cormac McCarthy |
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a03943e
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There is no God and we are his prophets.
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religion
paraphrased
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Cormac McCarthy |
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d91f3b9
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Just remember that the things you put into your head are there forever, he said. You might want to think about that. You forget some things, dont you? Yes. You forget what you want to remember and you remember what you want to forget.
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memory
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Cormac McCarthy |
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36ab0de
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Whatever in creation exists without my knowledge exists without my consent.
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existence
western
knowledge
horror
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Cormac McCarthy |
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6b47495
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He walked out in the gray light and stood and he saw for a brief moment the absolute truth of the world. The cold relentless circling of the intestate earth. Darkness implacable. The blind dogs of the sun in their running. The crushing black vacuum of the universe. And somewhere two hunted animals trembling like ground-foxes in their cover. Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it.
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life
the-road
thoughtful
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Cormac McCarthy |
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You think when you wake up in the mornin yesterday don't count. But yesterday is all that does count. What else is there? Your life is made out of the days it's made out of. Nothin else.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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02c3808
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What's the bravest thing you ever did? He spat in the road a bloody phlegm. Getting up this morning, he said.
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perseverance
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Cormac McCarthy |
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9cc8611
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Between the wish and the thing the world lies waiting.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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94af872
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You have my whole heart. You always did.
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love
fidelity
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Cormac McCarthy |
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35614ae
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If trouble comes when you least expect it then maybe the thing to do is to always expect it.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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dec2c1b
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The truth about the world, he said, is that anything is possible. Had you not seen it all from birth and thereby bled it of its strangeness it would appear to you for what it is, a hat trick in a medicine show, a fevered dream, a trance bepopulate with chimeras having neither analogue nor precedent, an itinerant carnival, a migratory tentshow whose ultimate destination after many a pitch in many a mudded field is unspeakable and calamitous ..
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life
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Cormac McCarthy |
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1d99e20
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Keep a little fire burning; however small, however hidden.
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persistence
hope
inspirational
attitude
fire
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Cormac McCarthy |
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804f436
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War was always here. Before man was, war waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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d4fa6cf
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He knew only that his child was his warrant. He said: If he is not the word of God God never spoke.
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god
son
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Cormac McCarthy |
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4253664
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You have to carry the fire." I don't know how to." Yes, you do." Is the fire real? The fire?" Yes it is." Where is it? I don't know where it is." Yes you do. It's inside you. It always was there. I can see it." --
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Cormac McCarthy |
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3801e36
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Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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c3fda90
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When you die it's the same as if everybody else did too.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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d797f3c
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He stood at the window of the empty cafe and watched the activites in the square and 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.
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youth
life
loss-of-innocence
truths
growing-up
innocence
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Cormac McCarthy |
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d880b6d
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If only my heart were stone.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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6a88b3a
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There is no forgiveness. For women. A man may lose his honor and regain it again. But a woman cannot. She cannot.
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men
women
honor
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Cormac McCarthy |
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961183c
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Listen to me, he said, when your dreams are of some world that never was or some world that never will be, and you're happy again, then you'll have given up. Do you understand? And you can't give up, I won't let you.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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ebebfd9
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The point is there ain't no point.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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586d5f6
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No lists of things to be done. The day providential to itself. The hour. There is no later. This is later. All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one's heart have a common provenance in pain. Their birth in grief and ashes.
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pain
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Cormac McCarthy |
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2eebc66
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Your heart's desire is to be told some mystery. The mystery is that there is no mystery.
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mystery
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Cormac McCarthy |
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Then they set out along the blacktop in the gunmetal light, shuffling through the ash, each the other's world entire.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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8d13102
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Deep in each man is the knowledge that something knows of his existence. Something knows, and cannot be fled nor hid from.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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d7c6787
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If you break little promises, you'll break big ones.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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40379b5
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Where men can't live gods fare no better.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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43e450c
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How does a man decide in what order to abandon his life?
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Cormac McCarthy |
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Query: How does the never to be differ from what never was?
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Cormac McCarthy |
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0acd9ec
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What would you do if I died? If you died I would want to die too. So you could be with me? Yes. So I could be with you. Okay.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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d6ea764
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You keep runnin that mouth and I'm goin to take you back there and screw you.
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sex
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Cormac McCarthy |
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1f34730
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By day the banished sun circles the earth like a grieving mother with a lamp.
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sun
mother
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Cormac McCarthy |
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842ad90
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They were watching, out there past men's knowing, where stars are drowning and whales ferry their vast souls through the black and seamless sea.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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48419d2
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When the lambs is lost in the mountain, he said. They is cry. Sometime come the mother. Sometime the wolf.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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b7dcb12
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Can you do it? When the time comes? When the time comes there will be no time. Now is the time. Curse God and die.
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suicide
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Cormac McCarthy |
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A legion of horribles, hundreds in number, half naked or clad in costumes attic or biblical or wardrobed out of a fevered dream with the skins of animals and silk finery and pieces of uniform still tracked with the blood of prior owners, coats of slain dragoons, frogged and braided cavalry jackets, one in a stovepipe hat and one with an umbrella and one in white stockings and a bloodstained wedding veil and some in headgear or cranefeathers..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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People complain about the bad things that happen to em that they don't deserve but they seldom mention the good. About what they done to deserve them things
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Cormac McCarthy |
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ce1329a
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Men of God and men of war have strange affinities.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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36daf53
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A man's at odds to know his mind cause his mind is aught he has to know it with. He can know his heart, but he dont want to. Rightly so. Best not to look in there. It aint the heart of a creature that is bound in the way that God has set for it. You can find meanness in the least of creatures, but when God made man the devil was at his elbow. A creature that can do anything. Make a machine. And a machine to make the machine. And evil that c..
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Cormac McCarthy |