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| 4fa5941 | When he was gone the men on the bench began to laugh. One of them rose to better see the map. Es un fantasma, he said. Fantasma? Si, si. Claro. Como? Como? Porque el viejo esta loco es como. Loco? Billy stood looking at the map. No es correcto? he said. The man threw up his hands. He said that what they beheld was but a decoration. He said that anyway it was not so much a question of a correct map but of any map at all. He sai.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 98515cd | But the old woman said that some have no choice. She said that for the poor any choice was a gift with two faces. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 8ed249b | Lo que debemos entender es que ultimamente todo es polvo. Todo lo que podemos tocar. Todo lo que podemos ver. En este tenemos la evidencia mas profunda de la justicia, de la misericordia. En este vemos la benedicion mas grande de Dios. (Ceea ce trebuie noi sa intelegem este ca, pana la urma, de toate se alege tarana. De tot ce putem atinge. De tot ce putem vedea. Asta-i dovada pe care o avem, mai puternica decat dreptatea, decat mila. Prin .. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| b0adc19 | Lumea nu are nici un nume. Numele de cerros, sierras si deserturi exista numai pe harti. Le punem nume ca sa nu ne ratacim. Dar am inventat aceste nume tocmai pentru ca am ratacit deja drumul. Lumea nu se poate pierde. Noi ne pierdem. Si tocmai pentru ca noi am pus numele acestea si am numit aceste coordonate, numele lor nu ne poate salva. Nu pot regasi drumul in locul nostru. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 0165f7b | Pensamos que somos las victimas del tiempo. En realidad la via del mundo no es fijada en ningun lugar. Como seria posible? Nosotros mismos somos nuestra propria jornada. Y por eso somos el tiempo tambien. Somos lo mismo. Fugitivo. Inescrutable. Desapiadado. (Noi credem ca suntem victime ale timpului. In realitate, insa, viata lumii nu se stabileste nicaieri. Cum ar putea? Noi insine suntem propria noastra calatorie. Si deci suntem timpul in.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| d39fb6a | Penso que cada recuerdo evocado debe violentar en alguna medida sus origenes. Como en un juego. El juego del telefono. Mas vale ser parco. Lo que uno altera mediante el recuerdo tiene sin embargo una realidad, sea o no conocida. | memoria olvido recuerdo | Cormac McCarthy | |
| dd25b14 | They took council. On that raw tablestone the flames of their balefire swirled and circled and they studied the arrant blackness under them where it fell away like the sheer cloven face of the world. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| d41a433 | They rode back, Rawlins leading the riderless horse by the bridlereins. Blevins was sitting in the middle of the road. He still had his hat on. Whoo, he said when he saw them. I'm drunkern shit. They sat their horses and looked down at him. Can you ride or not? said Rawlins. Does a bear shit in the woods? Hell yes I can ride. I was ridin when I fell off. He stood uncertainly and peered about. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| eadf2e1 | Pero con todo existe un solo mundo y todo cuanto uno pueda imaginar le es necesario. Pues tambien este mundo que a nosotros nos parece hecho de piedras y flores y sangre no es en absoluto una cosa sino una historia. Un cuento. Y en el todo es cuento y cada cuento la suma de otros cuentos menores, y aun asi estos son tambien el susodicho cuento y contienen asimismo todos los demas. Asi, todo es necesario. Hasta lo mas insignificante. Esta es.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| d8cb538 | Will you hide me? Hide you? Yes. The kid spat. You caint hide. Where you goin to hide at? Will he come back? I dont know. This is a terrible place to die in. Where's a good one? | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 8fdcf0b | When you're a kid you have these notions about how things are going to be.... You get a little older and you pull back on some of that. I think you wind up just tryin to minimize the pain. | cormac-mc-carthy pain young youth | Cormac McCarthy | |
| 1179044 | You might change your mind about what you hate to leave, he said. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| f9069f4 | The subject was war. The good book says that he that lives by the sword shall perish by the sword, said the black. The judge smiled, his face shining with grease. What right man would have it any other way? he said. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 286e735 | They'd put an awning up over the gravesite but the weather was all sideways and it did no good. The canvas rattled and flapped and the preacher's words were lost in the wind. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 1335158 | She patted his hand. Gnarled, ropescarred, speckled from the sun and the years of it. The ropy veins that bound them to his heart. There was map enough for men to read. There God's plenty of signs and wonders to make a landscape. To make a world. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 9b36358 | They put their animals to the ford and crossed, the water up under the horses' bellies and the horses picking their way over the rocks and glancing wildly upstream where a cataract thundered out of the darkening forest into the flecked and seething pool below. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 23b4ebb | He had no faith in the power of men to act wisely in their own behalf. It was his view rather that every act soon eluded the grasp of its propagator to be swept away in a clamorous tide of unforeseen consequence. He believed that in the world was another agenda, another order, and with this power lay whatever brief he may have held. In the meantime he waited to be called to he knew not what. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| daee0ab | He nodded toward the specimens he'd collected. These anonymous creatures, he said, may seem little or nothing in the world. Yet the smallest crumb can devour us. Any smallest thing beneath yon rock out of men's knowing. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 48d913e | La notte calo lenta e fredda sulla foresta intorno a lui, e scese una quiete spettrale. Come se qualcosa stesse per accadere, grilli e uccelli notturni tacquero spaventati. Lui accelero il passo. Nel buio ormai completato si ritrovo smarrito in una foresta paludosa, si dibatte nei pantani risucchianti e si mise quasi a correre [...]. Quando piombo fragorosamente nella radura in mezzo al pioppeto, cadde lungo disteso e rimase per terra con l.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 83a2247 | They wont ride at night, said Brown. The recruit looked back at the figures gathered about the keg in that scoured and darkening waste. Why wont they? he said. Brown spat. Because it's dark, he said. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 1683ad5 | They found the lost scouts hanging head downward from the limbs of a fireblacked paloverde tree. They were skewered through the cords of their heels with sharpened shuttles of green wood and they hung gray and naked above the dead ashes of the coals where they'd been roasted until their heads had charred and the brains bubbled in the skulls and steam sang from their noseholes. Their tongues were drawn out and held with sharpened sticks thru.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 7a8ee0d | I aint drinkin after no mule, said the hermit. Have you not got no old bucket nor nothin? | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| b1608d3 | There were in the camp a number of Mexican slaves and these ran forth calling out in spanish and were brained or shot and one of the Delawares emerged from the smoke with a naked infant dangling in each hand and squatted at a ring of midden stones and swung them by the heels each in turn and bashed their heads against the stones so that the brains burst forth through the fontanel in a bloody spew and humans on fire came shrieking forth like.. | violence war | Cormac McCarthy | |
| 2c8b144 | like most men skilled at their work they were scornful of any least suggestion of knowing anything not learned at first hand. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 5f82f71 | No one spoke. There was none to curse and none to pray, we just watched. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 31c6405 | As war becomes dishonored and its nobility called into question those honorable men who recognize the sanctity of blood will become excluded from the dance, which is the warrior's right, and thereby will the dance become a false dance, and the dancers false dancers. And yet there will be one there always who is a true dancer and can you guess who that might be?...Only that man who has offered up himself entire to the blood of war, who has b.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 2c5fe0c | Only that man who has offered up himself entire to the blood of war, who has been to the floor of the pit and seen the horror in the round and learned at last that it speaks to his inmost heart, only that man can dance. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 5c4786f | The way of the world is to bloom and to flower and die but in the affairs of men there is no waning and the noon of his expression signals the onset of night. His spirit is exhausted at the peak of its achievement. His meridian is at once his darkening and the evening of his day. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 1ebedd1 | It makes no difference what men think of war ... War endures. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| bf9e6a5 | Nor does God whisper through the trees. His voice is not to be mistaken. When men hear it they fall to their knees and their souls are riven and they cry out to Him and there is no fear in them but only that wildness of heart that springs from such longing and they cry out to stay his presence for they know at once that while godless men may live well enough in their exile those to whom He has spoken can contemplate no life without Him but .. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 50e5c96 | His feet went banging down some stairs. He closed his eyes. They went through cinders and dirt, his heels gathering small windrows of trash. A dim world receded above his upturned toes, shapes of skewed shacks erupted bluely in the niggard lamplight. The rusting carcass of an automobile passed slowly on his right. Dim scenes pooling in the summer night, wan ink wash of junks tilting against a paper sky, rorschach boatmen poling mutely over .. | literature | Cormac McCarthy | |
| 6e40f38 | I'm fixin to go do somethin dumbern hell but I'm goin anyways. If I dont come back tell Mother I love her. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 36d49ea | People will tell you it was Vietnam brought this country to its knees. But I never believed that. It was already in bad shape. Vietnam was just the icin on the cake. We didnt have nothin to give to em to take over there. If we'd sent em without rifles I dont know as they'd of been all that much worse off. You cant go to war like that. You cant go to war without God. I dont know what is goin to happen when the next one comes. I surely dont. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| b46764d | I tried to put things in perspective but sometimes you're just too close to it. It's a life's work to see yourself for what you really are and even then you might be wrong. And that is somethin I dont want to be wrong about. I've thought about why it was I wanted to be a lawman. There was always some part of me that wanted to be in charge. Pretty much insisted on it. Wanted people to listen to what I had to say. But there was a part of me t.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 50e4126 | They stood among their horses in the squalid little alameda while the wind ransacked the trees and the birds nesting in the gray twilight cried out and clutched the limbs and the snow swirled and blew across the little square and shrouded the shapes of the mud buildings beyond and made mute the cries of the vendors who'd followed them. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| cb154b1 | He said that like every man who comes to the end of something there was nothing to be done but to begin again. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 576f9bb | The Apache wrenched his pony's head around and when Glanton spun to look at his men he found them frozen in deadlock with the savages, they and their arms wired into a construction taut and fragile as those puzzles wherein the placement of each piece is predicated upon every other and they in turn so that none can move for bringing down the structure entire. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 89efc6b | The old man swung his head back and forth. The way of the transgressor is hard. God made this world but he didn't make it to suit everybody, did he? | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| fbbe51b | I was a Mormon. Then I converted to the church. Then I became I dont know what. Then I became me. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 3cb08c7 | All his reverence and all his fondness and all the leanings of his life were for the ardenthearted and they would always be so and never be otherwise. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| ba01d0b | They watched storms out there so distant they could not be heard, | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| cce4161 | They began to come upon chains and packsaddles, singletrees, dead mules, wagons. Saddletrees eaten bare of their rawhide coverings and weathered white as bone, a light chamfering of miceteeth along the edges of the wood. They rode through a region where iron will not rust nor tin tarnish. The ribbed frames of dead cattle under their patches of dried hide lay like the ruins of primitive boats upturned upon that shoreless void and they passed.. | literature western | Cormac McCarthy | |
| a1cdfa6 | I dont know how it would of turned out if I hadnt worried. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| f40cdc3 | Se vuoi aiutare chi e nei guai, devi andare dove stanno i guai. C'e poco da scegliere. | Cormac McCarthy |