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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| bc1e9bf | In the dark glass where the road poured down their cigarettes rose and fell like distant semaphores above the soft green dawn of the dashlights. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 5b88fbe | I don't mean to upset you, but reflective men often find themselves at a certain remove from the realities of life. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 34d38f5 | Es un pais estupendo, ?verdad? Si que lo es. Duermete. ?Companero? Dime. Asi es como era entre los habitantes primitivos, ?verdad? Si. ?Cuanto tiempo crees que te gustaria quedarte aqui? Unos cien anos. Duermete. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| dd76dac | En sus suenos su palida novia iba hacia el desde una verde boveda de ramas. Sus pezones como de marga y sus costillas pintadas de blanco. Llevaba un vestido de gasa y sus cabellos oscuros estaban recogidos con peinetas de marfil, peinetas de concha. Su sonrisa, su mirada baja. Por la manana volvia a nevar. Cuentas de hielo gris en ristra sobre los cables de electricidad. | la-carretera mccarthy the-road | Cormac McCarthy | |
| 254a31a | A kapitany bolintott. Osszekulcsolt kezet a ket terde koze eresztette. Na es a bekeszerzodesrol mi a velemenyed? kerdezte. A gyerek a mellete ulo ferfire tekintett. De az behunyt szemmel ult hatradolve. Aztan a huvelykujja kornet nezegette vegul igy felelt: Azt se tudom mi az. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| b52e76e | Nadie sabe para quien trabaja. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 02fcad0 | All through the long dusk | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| b1a97a5 | He said if he is not the word of God God never spoke (4) | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| cd2cfac | Do you know what two centimeters is? Yeah. It's a measurement. It's about three quarters of an inch. All right. That's the distance that round missed your liver by. Is that what the doctor told you? Yes. You know what the liver does? No. It keeps you alive. Do you know who the man is who shot you? Maybe he didnt shoot me. Maybe it was one of the Mexicans. Do you know who the man is? No. Am I supposed to? Becase he's not somebody you really .. | dark-humour dialogue | Cormac McCarthy | |
| 2781b03 | Qual es lo peor: Que soy pobre o que soy americano? | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 358cd03 | Those whom life does not cure death will. The world is quite ruthless in selecting between the dream and the reality, even where we will not. Between the wish and the thing the world lies waiting. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| acf9750 | Como si el mundo se encogiera en torno a un nucleo de entidades desglosables. Las cosas cayendo en el olvido y con ellas sus nombres. Los colores. Los nombres de los pajaros. Alimentos. Por ultimo los nombres de las cosas que uno creia verdaderas. Mas fragiles de lo que el habria pensado. Cuanto de ese mundo habia desaparecido ya? El sagrado idioma desprovisto de sus refrentes y por tanto de su realidad. Rebajado como algo que intenta prese.. | memoria nombres olvido palabras recuerdo referentes | Cormac McCarthy | |
| 742c02a | Salio a la gris luz y se quedo alli de pie y fugazmente vio la verdad absoluta del mundo. El frio y despiado girar de la tierra intestada. Oscuridad implacable. Los perros ciegos del sol en su carrera. El aplastante vacio negro del universo. Y en alguna parte dos animales perseguidos temblando como zorros escondidos en su madriguera. Tiempo prestado y mundo prestado y ojos prestados con que llorarlo. | mundo verdad | Cormac McCarthy | |
| e1bd384 | She carried a scabbedover wound on her hip where her mate had bitten her two weeks before somewhere in the mountains of Sonora. He'd bitten her because she would not leave him. Standing with one forefoot in the jaws of a steeltrap and snarling at her to drive her off where she lay just beyond the reach of the chain. She'd flattened her ears and whined and she would not leave. In the morning they came on horses. She watched from a slope a hu.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 69cdeec | You told me once you believed in God. The old man waved his hand. Maybe, he said. I got no reason to think he believes in me. Oh I'd like to see him for a minute if I could. What would you say to him? Well, I think I'd just tell him. I'd say: Wait a minute. Wait just one minute before you start in on me. Before you say anything, there's just one thing I'd like to know. And he'll say: What's that? And then I'm goin to ast him: What did you h.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 0320cd0 | It is supposed to 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 love of blood. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 892a66a | He thought there could be deathships out there yet, drifting with their lolling rags of sail. Or life in the deep. Great squid propelling themselves over the floor of the sea in the cold darkness. Shuttling past like trains, eyes the size of saucers. And perhaps beyond those shrouded wells another man did walk with another child on the dead gray sands. Slept but a sea apart on another beach among the bitter ashes of the world or stood in th.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 38ab520 | He said: If he is not the word of God God never spoke. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| dc7173a | They filed out in descending order by altitudes, the father first, out through the sunlit doors in a sextet of calico isotropes and into the street, the elder smiling, along through the crowds and down the road toward the river still single file and with deadpan decorum leaving behind a congregation mute and astounded. | literature | Cormac McCarthy | |
| 5dc8403 | There, he said. You see? You see how this is bad for one's billiard game? This thinking? The French have come into my house to mutilate my billiard game. No evil is beyond them. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| ca77f31 | The world shrinking down about a raw core of parsible entities. The names of things slowly following those things into oblivion. Colors. The names of birds. Things to eat. Finally the names of things one believed to be true. More fragile than he would have thought. How much was gone already? The sacred idiom shorn of its referents and so of its reality. Drawing | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 46f69c7 | Do you think horses understand what people say? I aint sure most people do. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 232d830 | He looked up. His pale hair looked white. He looked fourteen going on some age that never was. He looked as if he'd been sitting there and God had made the trees and rocks around him. He looked like his own reincarnation and then his own again. Above all else he looked to be filled with a terrible sadness. As if he harbored news of some horrendous loss that no one else had heard of yet. Some vast tragedy not of fact or incident or event but.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 3ee772d | He looked at the boy. You wont shoot, he said. That's what you think. You aint got but two shells. Maybe just one. And they'll hear the shot. Yes they will. But you wont. How do you figure that? Because the bullet travels faster than sound. It will be in your brain before you can hear it. To hear it you will need a frontal lobe and things with names like colliculus and temporal gyrus and you wont have them anymore. They'll just be soup. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 821b90d | Did you learn to whisper in a sawmill? | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 6e39bba | From thinking about your sweet face between my legs. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| da23f3a | I aint heard no voice, he said. When it stops, said Tobin, you'll know you've heard it all your life. Is that right? Aye. The kid turned the leather in his lap. The expriest watched him. At night, said Tobin, when the horses are grazing and the company is asleep, who hears them grazing? Dont nobody hear them if they're asleep. Aye. And if they cease their grazing who is it that wakes? Every man. Aye, said the expriest. Every man. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 3218ff2 | Summer was full on and the nights hot. It was like lying in warm syrup there in the dark under the viaduct, in the steady whine of gnats and nightbugs. | similie | Cormac McCarthy | |
| fc602e3 | Moral law is an invention of mankind for the disenfranchisement of the powerful in favor of the weak. Historical law subverts it at every turn. A moral view can never be proven right or wrong by any ultimate test. A man falling dead in a duel is not thought thereby to be proven in error as to his views. His very involvement in such a trial gives evidence of a new and broader view. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 4469918 | When the owner of the pig arrived he found a scrawny and bloodcovered white boychild standing on what was left of his property sawing at it with a knife and hauling on the skin and cursing. The dirty half flayed pig looked like something recovered from a shallow grave. | similie | Cormac McCarthy | |
| d93b267 | Housecats is smart too. Smarter'n a dog or a mule. Folks thinks they ain't on account of you cain't learn em nothin, but what it is is that they won't learn nothin. They too smart. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| b253c36 | She said that the breath of God was his breath yet though it pass from man to man through all of time | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 3c8f39d | He said that war had destroyed the country and that men believe the cure for war is war as the curandero prescribes the serpent's flesh for its bite. He spoke of his campaigns in the deserts of Mexico and he told them of horses killed under him and he said that the souls of horses mirror the souls of men more closely than men suppose and that horses also love war. Men say they only learn this but he said that no creature can learn that whic.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| ee05df4 | You got good eyes, she said. Yes mam, he said. I always did. Well I guess so, she said. You dont normally start out with bad ones and they get better. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| f4d412e | The shape of the city stood in the grayness like a charcoal drawing sketched across the waste. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 4b1e34f | I believe that we are arks of the covenant and our true nature is not rage or deceit or terror or logic or craft or even sorrow. It is longing. | imortality longing | Cormac McCarthy | |
| 4b5285d | Notions of chance and fate are the preoccupation of men engaged in rash undertakings. The trail of the argonauts terminated in ashes as told and in the covergence of such vectors in such a waste wherein the hearts and enterprise of one small nation have been swallowed up and carried off by another the expriest asked if some might not see the hand of a cynical god conducting with what austerity and what mock surprise so lethal a congruence. .. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 667bf4e | The sheriff shook his head. "Dope, he said. Dope." "They sell that shit to school kids." "It's worse than that." "How's that?" "School kids buy it." | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 50c6c49 | There's a kind of man that when he cant have what he wants he wont take the next best thing but the worst he can find. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 5415798 | I got no reason to be afraid of God. I've even got a bone or two to pick with Him. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 7889940 | Glass flowers exploding. Slow trail of colors down the sky like stains dispersing in the sea, candescent polyps extinguished in the depths. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| ccc0a54 | When it stops, you'll know you've heard it all your life. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 9e08543 | The world shrinking down about a raw core of parsible entities. The names of things slowly following those things into oblivion. Colors. The names of birds. Things to eat. Finally the names of things one believed to be true. More fragile than he would have thought. How much was gone already? The sacred idiom shorn of its referents and so of its reality. Drawing down like something trying to preserve heat. In time to wink out forever. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 8493e81 | They'd put an awning up over the gravesite but the weather was all sideways and it did no good. | Cormac McCarthy |