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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 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. | night the-road | 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. | crazy dogs hermits pets solitude talking-to-yourself | 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. | corpses death the-road | 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 | ||
| 15da115 | I should have done it a long time ago. When there were three bullets in the gun instead of two. I was stupid. We've been over all of this. I didnt bring myself to this. I was brought. And now I'm done. I thought about not even telling you. That would probably have been best. You have two bullets and then what? You cant protect us. You say you would die for us but what good is that? I'd take him with me if it werent for you. You know I would.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 58c2181 | Life is being in bed with you. Everything else is just waiting. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| f3e1165 | War is the ultimate game because war is at last a forcing of the unity of existence. War is God. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 1481c66 | There is no one to tell us what might have been. We weep over the might have been, but there is no might have been. There never was. It is supposed to be true that those who do not know history are condemned to repeat it. I don't 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. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| e3e6e31 | Se quedo escuchando el goteo del agua en el bosque. Lecho rocoso, este. El frio y el silencio. Las cenizas del mundo difunto trajinadas de aca para alla por los crudos y transitorios vientos en el vacio. Llevadas, esparcidas y llevadas de nuevo. Todo desencajado de su apuntalamiento. Sin soporte en el viento cinereo. Sostenido por una respiracion, temblorosa y breve. Ojala mi corazon fuese de piedra. | la-carretera mccarthy the-road | Cormac McCarthy | |
| 2ff72b0 | She looks like her face caught fire and they beat it out with a rake | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| d77754d | Anyway, you never know what worse luck your bad luck has saved you from. | Cormac McCarthy |