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af53452
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She aint worth it. None of em are. He didnt answer for a while. Then he said: Yes they are.
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lovers
men
women
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Cormac McCarthy |
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9f905a5
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There was no wind and the silence out there was greatly favored by every kind of fugitive as was the open country itself and no mountains close at hand for enemies to black themselves against.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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08e82e0
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What is true of one man, said the judge, is true of many.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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2415d11
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they rode at once jaunty and circumspect, like thieves newly loosed in that dark electric, like young thieves in a glowing orchard, loosely jacketed against the cold and ten thousand worlds for the choosing.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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9a89689
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Now come days of begging, days of theft. Days of riding where there rode no soul save he. He's left behind the pinewood country and the evening sun declines before him beyond an endless swale and dark falls here like a thunderclap and a cold wind sets the weeds to gnashing. The night sky lies so sprent with stars that there is scarcely space of black at all and they fall all night in bitter arcs and it is so that their numbers are no less.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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cefaafb
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Chigurh shot him through the forehead and then stood watching. Watching the capillaries break up in his eyes. The light receding. Watching his own image degrade in that squandered world.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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a694620
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Yet the captain inhabited another space and it was a space of his own election and outside the common world of men.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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6c32742
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What have you got that a man could drink with just a minimum risk of blindness and death.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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0e5486d
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Men's memories are uncertain and the past that was differs little from the past that was not.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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9672d4b
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There's little equity in the Lord's gifts.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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4a41871
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He'd bivouacked on the north side of the town
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Cormac McCarthy |
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de1a02e
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He said there was nothin to set a man's mind at ease like wakin up in the morning and not havin to decide who you were.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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68b5dba
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In his delirium he ransacked the linens of his pallet for arms but there were none. The judge smiled. The fool was no longer there but another man and this other man he could never see in his entirety but he seemed an artisan and a worker in metal. The judge enshadowed him where he crouched at his trade but he was a coldforger who worked with hammer and die, perhaps under some indictment and an exile from men's fires, hammering out like his..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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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. Any time you quit hearin Sir and Mam the end is pretty much in sight.
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crime-prevention
manners
crime
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Cormac McCarthy |
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853dc2d
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The facade of the building bore an array of saints in their niches and they had been shot up by American troops trying their rifles, the figures shorn of ears and noses and darkly mottled with leadmarks oxidized upon the stone.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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57f6f99
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There seemed insufficient substance to him to be the object of men's wrath. There seemed nothing about him sufficient to fuel any enterprise at all.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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82ab2f5
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Men are born for games. Nothing else. Every child knows that play is nobler than work. He knows too that the worth or merit of a game is not inherent in the game itself but rather in the value of that which is put at hazard. Games of chance require a wager to have meaning at all. Games of sport involve the skill and strength of the opponents and the humiliation of defeat and the pride of victory are in themselves sufficient stake because th..
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war
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Cormac McCarthy |
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05c8799
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The night was cold and clear and the sparks rising from the fire raced hot and red among the stars.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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e07ecde
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It's a mystery. 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.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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4a3a3c6
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I dont believe knowing can save us. What is constant in history is greed and foolishness and a love of blood and this is a thing that even God--who knows all that can be known--seems powerless to change.
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violence
history
world
people
society-problem
society
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Cormac McCarthy |
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50de8a3
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The wrath of God lies sleeping. It was hid a million years before men were and only men have power to wake it.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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2b9374d
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People were always getting ready for tomorrow. I didn't believe in that. Tomorrow wasn't getting ready for them. It didn't even know they were there.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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17c890a
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The survivors lay quietly in that cratered void and watched the whitehot stars go rifling down the dark. Or slept with their alien hearts beating in the sand like pilgrims exhausted upon the face of the planet Anareta, clutched to a namelessness wheeling in the night.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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07074b7
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I've been at some pains to tell you about myself because among other reasons I think we should know who our enemies are. I've known people to spend their lives nursing a hatred of phantoms and they were not happy people.
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hatred
enemy
enemies
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Cormac McCarthy |
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ec29984
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I dont know what sort of world she will live in and I have no fixed opinions concerning how she should live in it. I only know that if she does not come to value what is true above what is useful it will make little difference whether she lives at all.
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marriage
living
truth
values-and-beliefs
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Cormac McCarthy |
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f3ca3b2
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In their images they had thought to find some small immortality but oblivion cannot be appeased.
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oblivion
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Cormac McCarthy |
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265e3c2
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he was gibbering hysterically and when he saw the kid standing there looking down at him he held out to him his bloodied hands as if in accusation and then clapped them to his ears and cried out what it seemed he himself would not hear, a howl of such outrage as to stitch a caesura in the pulsebeat of the world.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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a65efef
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This is my child, he said. I wash a dead man's brains out of his hair. That is my job. Then he wrapped him in the blanket and carried him to the fire.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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e1017cb
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The names of entities that have the power to constrain us change with time. Convention and authority are replaced by infirmity.
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time
change
infirmity
constraints
convention
authority
power
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Cormac McCarthy |
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c9863f3
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Un uomo non riesce a conoscere la propria mente perche la mente e tutto quello che ha per conoscerla. Puo conoscere il proprio cuore, ma non vuole. E fa bene. Meglio non guardarci dentro. Non e il cuore di una creatura che sta percorrendo la via che Dio le ha preparato. La cattiveria la puoi trovare anche nell'ultima delle creature, ma quando Dio ha fatto l'uomo doveva avere il diavolo accanto. Una creatura che sa fare tutto. Sa fare una ma..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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546d746
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nessuna creatura puo imparare cio che il suo cuore non e predisposto ad imparare
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Cormac McCarthy |
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7dcc208
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Non voglio fare nessuna promessa, disse. E cosi che si finisce per farsi male
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Cormac McCarthy |
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95d846f
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Each man is the bard of his own existence. This is how he is joined to the world.
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meaning
life
fulfillment
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Cormac McCarthy |
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9490960
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Quindi bisogna essere parsimoniosi. Cio che si altera ricordando ha comunque una sua realta, che la si conosca o meno.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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28e0136
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Because he knows what perhaps you do not. That the past cannot be mended.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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4e664f9
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Mi sono sempre chiesta se la piega presa dalla nostra vita esiste fin dall'inizio se invece la vita e fatta di eventi casuali nei quali individuiamo un filo solo a posteriori
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Cormac McCarthy |
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3a7b846
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Your ideas are terrifying and your hearts are faint. Your acts of pity and cruelty are absurd, committed with no calm, as if they were irresistible. Finally, you fear blood more and more. Blood and time. PAUL VALERY
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Cormac McCarthy |
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99144eb
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It is not to be thought that the life of darkness is sunk in misery and lost as if in sorrowing. There is no sorrowing. For sorrow is a thing that is swallowed up in death, and death and dying are the very life of the darkness. JACOB BOEHME
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Cormac McCarthy |
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a09500f
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He mistrusted all of that. He said the right dreams for a man in peril were dreams of peril and all else was the call of languor and of death.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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5104784
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To watch these things issuing from the otherwise mute pastoral morning is a man at the barn door. He is small, unclean, unshaven. He moves in the dry chaff among the dust and slats of sunlight with a constrained truculence. Saxon and Celtic bloods. A child of God much like yourself perhaps. Wasps pass through the laddered light from the barnslats in a succession of strobic moments, gold and trembling between black and black, like fireflies ..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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da4e72b
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Nem todas as palavras prestes a morrer sao portadoras da verdade e a bencao que proporcionam nao e menos genuina por se ver privada dos seus fundamentos.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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66621c4
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They ate and moved on, leaving the fire on the ground behind them, and as they rode up into the mountains this fire seemed to become altered of its location, now here, now there, drawing away, or shifting unaccountably along the flank of their movement. Like some ignis fatuus belated upon the road behind them which all could see and of which none spoke. For this will to deceive that is in things luminous may manifest itself likewise in retr..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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d4621a8
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and the filthy hides of which they'd divested themselves smoked and stank and blackened in the flames and the red sparks rose like the souls of the small life they'd harbored.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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e4edf8d
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The good book says that he that lives by the sword shall perish by the sword, said
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Cormac McCarthy |