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| 8b7b59a | She said also that while the rain fell by the will of God evil chose its own hour and that those whom it sought out were perhaps not entirely lacking of some certain darkness in themselves. She said that the heart betrayed itself and hte wicked often had eyes to see that which was hidden from the good. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| a088bb4 | I agreed with him that there wasnt a whole lot good you could say about old age and he said he knew one thing and I said what is that. And he said it dont last long. I waited for him to smile but he didnt. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| e0c4bb7 | He lay in the dark thinking of all the things he did not know about his father and he realized that the father he knew was all the father he would ever know. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| f8760c3 | Do you know where we are Papa? the boy said. Sort of. How sort of? Well. I think we're about two hundred miles from the coast. As the crow flies. As the crow flies? Yes. It means going in a straight line. Are we going to get there soon? Not real soon. Pretty soon. We're not going as the crow flies. Because crows don't have to follow roads? Yes. They can go wherever they want. Yes. Do you think there might be crows somewhere? I dont know. Bu.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 047002d | los suenos correctos para un hombre en peligro eran suenos de peligro y que lo demas era solo la llamada de la languidez y de la muerte. | languidez peligro sueños | Cormac McCarthy | |
| fca3c4b | He'd stepped on something. He took a step back and knelt and parted the grass with his hands. It was an apple. He picked it up and held it to the light. Hard and brown and shriveled. He wiped it with the cloth and bit into it. Dry and almost tasteless. But an apple. He ate it entire, seeds and all. He held the stem between his thumb and forefinger and let it drop. Then he went treading softly through the grass. His feet still wrapped in the.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 6e35c30 | The wisdom of the journeyman is to work one day at a time and he always said that any job even if it took years was made up out of a day's work. Nothing more. Nothing less. That was hard for me to learn. I always wanted to be finished. In the concept of a day's work is rythme and pace and wholeness. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 43e1264 | If I think about what I wanted as a kid and what I want now they aint the same thing. I guess what I wanted wasnt what I wanted. . . .Hell, I dont know what I want. Never did. . . . When you're a kid you have these notions about how things are goin to be. You get a little older and you pull back some on that. I tink you wind up just tryin to minimize the pain. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 06aba2e | Billy lit a cigarette with a brand from the fire and laid the brand back He smoked. It looks a lot better from up here than it doesn down there, dont it? Yes. It does. There's a lot of things look better at a distance. Yeah? I think so. I guess there are. The life you've lived, for one. Yeah. Maybe what of it you aint lived yet, too. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 95ccbe3 | He lifted a hand and turned and went on. He had divested himself of the little cloaked godlet and his other amulets in a place where they would not be found in his lifetime and he'd taken for talisman the simple human heart within him. Walking down the little street for the last time he felt everything fall away from him. Until there was nothing left of him to shed. It was all gone. No trail, no track. The spoor petered out down there on Fr.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 51435d1 | Where all was burnt to ash before them no fires were to be had and the nights were long and dark and cold beyond anything they'd yet encountered. Cold to crack the stones. To take your life. | the-road night | Cormac McCarthy | |
| c441b16 | The razorous shoulder blades sawing under the pale skin. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 98c8056 | He kicked holes in the sand for the boy's hips and shoulders where he would sleep and he sat holding him while he tousled his hair before the fire to dry it. All of this like some ancient anointing. So be it. Evoke the forms. Where you've nothing else construct ceremonies out of the air and breathe upon them. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 54f69fe | Night fell upon them dark and starblown and the wagon grew swollen near mute with dew. On their chairs in such black immobility these travelers could have been stone figures quarried from the architecture of an older time. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 182f479 | They sell that shit to schoolkids. It's worse than that. How's that? Schoolkids buy it. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| c905e08 | What do you say to em? Say to them? Yeah. Say. Hell, say anything. It doesnt matter, they dont listen. Well you gotta say somethin. What do you say? Try the direct approach. What's that? Well, like this friend of mine. Went up to this girl and said I sure would like to have a little pussy. No shit? What'd she say? She said I would too. Mine's as big as your hat. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 778ebd1 | Una vez hubo truchas en los arroyos de la montana. Podias verlas en la corriente ambarina alli donde los bordes blancos de sus aletas se agitaban suavemente en el agua. Olian a musgo en las manos. Se retorcian, brunidas y musculosas. Es sus lomos habia dibujos vermiformes que eran mapas del mundo en su devenir. Mapas y laberintos. De una cosa que no tenia vuelta atras. Ni posibilidad de arreglo. En las profundas canadas donde vivian todo er.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 492a5ab | Live by yourself and you bound to talk yourself and when ye commence that folks start it up that you're light in the head. But I reckon it's all right to talk to a dog since most folks do even if a dog don't understand and cain't answer if he did. | dogs solitude hermits talking-to-yourself crazy pets | Cormac McCarthy | |
| c557c46 | The mummied dead everywhere. The flesh cloven along the bones, the ligaments dried to tug and taut as wires. Shriveled and drawn like latterday bogfolk, their faces of boiled sheeting, the yellowed palings of their teeth. They were discalced to a man like pilgrims of some common order for all their shoes were long since stolen. | death the-road corpses | Cormac McCarthy | |
| 30b40b0 | We're going to be okay, aren't we Papa? Yes. We are. And nothing bad is going to happen to us. That's right. Because we're carrying the fire. Yes. Because we're carrying the fire. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| d07bac6 | goddamn. what is this shit? early times, called j-bone. best little old drink they is. drink that and you wont feel a thing the next mornin. or any morning. whoo lord, give it here. hello early, come to your old daddy. here, pour some of it in this cup and let me cut it with coca-cola. can't do it, bud. why not? we done tried it. it eats the bottom out. watch it suttree. don't spill none on your shoes lord honey i know they make that old sp.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 7f95b94 | If you knew there was somebody out there afoot that had two million dollars of your money, at what point would you quit lookin for em? That's right. There aint no such a point. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 52c6972 | The world of our fathers resides within us. Ten thousand generations and more. A form without a history has no power to perpetuate itself. What has no past can have no future. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 89cf903 | The woman when she saw him put her arms around him and held him. Oh, she said, I am so glad to see you. She would talk to him sometimes about God. He tried to talk to God but the best thing was to talk to his father and he did talk to him and he didn't forget. The woman said that was all right. She said that the breath of God was his breath yet though it pass from man to man through all of time. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| d983ed9 | He had a tattoo of a bird on his neck done by someone with an ill-formed notion of their appearance. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 06edb82 | In the nights sometimes now he'd wake in the back and freezing waste out of softly colored worlds of human love, the songs of birds, the sun. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 265d4da | I tell you this, as war becomes | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| e5f9866 | No man is give leave of that voice. The kid spat into the fire and bent to his work. I aint heard no voice, he said. When it stops, said Tobin, you'll know you've heard it all your life. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 2c8a2a2 | Me preguntaba de que soy profesor. Bien, yo profeso la oscuridad. Esa noche disfrazada de dia. Y ahora, le deseo lo mejor pero debo irme. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 4baf025 | But that man who sets himself the task of singling out the thread of order from the tapestry (of life) will by the decision alone have taken charge of the world and it is only by such taking charge of the world that he will effect a way to dictate the terms of his own fate. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| cf74842 | He's just a good all-around horse. He aint a finished horse but I think he'll make a cow horse. I'm pleased to hear it. Of course your preference is for one that'll bow up like a bandsaw and run head first into the barn wall. John Grady smiled. Horse of my dreams, he said. It aint exactly like that. How is it then? I don't know. I think it's just somethin you like. Or don't like. You can add up all of a horse's good points on a sheet of pa.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 3fc5dcf | The breath of God was his yet, though it pass from man to man through all of time. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 4be2917 | Gray vines coiled leftward in this northern hemisphere, what winds them shapes the dogwhelk's shell. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 7172f6e | Your kinda weirded out, ain't ya? | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 22eb202 | Other than a light beading of sweat on his forehead there was little evidence that his labors had cost him anything at all. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 01edba1 | He sat leaning forward in the seat with his elbows on the empty seatback in front of him and his chin on his forearms and he watched the play with great intensity. He'd notion that there would be something in the story itself to tell him about the way the world was or was becoming but there was not. There was nothing in it at all. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 940a0f4 | The crumpled butcherpaper mountains lay in sharp shadowfold under the long blue dusk and in the middle distance the glazed bed of a dry lake lay shimmering like the mare imbrium and herds of deer were moving north in the last of the twilight, harried over the plain by wolves who were themselves the color of the desert floor. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 1f2c607 | That's so, said the judge. They do not have to have a reason. But order is not set aside because of their indifference. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| e729f10 | The cap was gone and the man dropped to his elbows to smell the pipe but the odor of gas was only a rumor, faint and stale. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 920e3d1 | The storm front towered above them and the wind was cool on their sweating faces. They slumped bleary-eyed in their saddles and looked at one another. Shrouded in the black thunderheads the distant lightning glowed mutely like welding seen through foundry smoke. As if repairs were under way at some flawed place in the iron dark of the world. | cormac-mccarthy john-dunn | Cormac McCarthy | |
| e78d9ff | People were always getting ready for tomorrow. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 3ca2626 | The man's labor that did the work is in the work. You can't make it go away. Even if it's paid for it's still there. If ownership lies in the benefit to a man then the mason owns all the work he does in the world and you caint put that claim aside nor quit it and it don't make no difference whose name is on the paper. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| bd915a7 | Most people'll run from their own mother to get to hug death by the neck. They cant wait to see him. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 916032e | He thought each memory recalled must do some violence to its origins. | Cormac McCarthy |