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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| d6da68a | Your brother is young enough to believe that the past still exists, he said. That the injustices within it await his remedy. Perhaps you believe this also? | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 853b223 | She said that the breath of God was his breath yet though it pass from man to man through all of time. Once | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 50342be | 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. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| cdbc81a | He said that that what men do not understand is that what the dead have quit is itself no world but is only the picture of the world in men's hearts. He said that the world cannot be quit for it is eternal in whatever form as are all things within it. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 6c3ea4d | A man is always right to pursue the thing he loves. | death john-grady love passion | Cormac McCarthy | |
| ace5a45 | Glanton was first to reach the dying man and he knelt with that alien and barbarous head cradled between his thighs like some reeking outland nurse and dared off the savages with his revolver. They circled on the plain and shook their bows and lofted a few arrows at him and then turned and rode on. Blood bubbled from the man's chest and he turned his lost eyes upward, already glazed, the capillaries breaking up. In those dark pools there sa.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 843bfbd | I just meant maybe you could set here and drink one of em with me. He squinted at her. You ever notice how women have trouble takin no for a answer? I think it starts about age three. What about men? They get used to it. They better. | women | Cormac McCarthy | |
| 9778cac | All patched up out of parts and lowslung and bumping over the ruts. Filled with old lanky country boys with long cocks and big feet. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 1027144 | If God meant to interfere in the degeneracy of mankind would he not have done so by now? | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| e89a339 | He prayed: Almighty God, if it aint too far out of the way of things in your eternal plan do you reckon we could have a little rain down here. Pray it up, some called, and kneeling he cried out among the thunder and the wind: Lord we are dried to jerky down here. Just a few drops for some old boys out here on the prairie and a long ways from home. Amen, they said, and catching up their mounts they rode on. Within the hour the wind cooled an.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 3ba8a32 | He said that what men do not understand is that what the dead have quit is itself no world but is also only the picture of the world in men's hearts. He said that the world cannot be quit for it is eternal in whatever form as are all things within it. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| be8ae35 | One thing about me, when I'm wrong I'll admit it. Well. That's a good trait to have. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| a4794b4 | This is a dog. He is dead too. This | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| f191ba4 | In this world the mask is what is true. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 7ea6e05 | The truth about the world, he said, is that anything is possible. Had you not seen it all from birth and thereby bled it of its strangeness it would appear to you for what it is, a hat trick in a medicine show, a fevered dream, a trance bepopulate with chimeras having neither analogue nor precedent, an itinerant carnival, a migratory tentshow whose ultimate destination after many a pitch in many a mudded field is unspeakable and calamitous .. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 0850fbe | All my life, he said, I been witness to people showin up where they was supposed to be at various times after they'd said they'd be there. I never heard one yet that didnt have a reason for it. Yessir. But there aint but one reason. Yessir. You know what it is? No sir. It's that their word's no good. That's the only reason there ever was or ever will be. Yessir. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 52d532a | some said they'd heard of pilgrims borne aloft like dervishes in those mindless coils to be dropped broken and bleeding upon the desert again and there perhaps to watch the thing that had destroyed them lurch onward like some drunken djinn and resolve itself once more into the elements from which it sprang. Out of that whirlwind no voice spoke and the pilgrim lying in his broken bones may cry out and in his anguish he may rage, but rage at .. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| eb4c6e8 | They were saddened that [Rawlins] was not coming back but they said that a man leaves much when he leaves his own country. They said that it was no accident of circumstance that a man be born in a certain country and not some other and they said that the weathers and seasons that form a land form also the inner fortunes of men in their generations and are passed on to their children and are not so easily come by otherwise. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 729d4c1 | I jumped for it and lit in a snowbank and what I'm goin to tell you you'll think peculiar but it's the god's truth. That was in nineteen and thirty one and if I live to be a hunnerd year old I dont think I'll ever see anything as pretty as that train on fire goin up that mountain and around the bend and them flames lightin up the snow and the trees and the night. | fire mccarthy mountains smoke suttree winter | Cormac McCarthy | |
| 9f8500b | each memory recalled must do some violence to its origins. As in a party game. Say the word and pass it on. So be sparing. What you alter in the remembering has yet a reality, known or not. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 096ba1d | 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 horror in the round and learned at least that it speaks to his inmost heart, only that man can dance. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 105e01d | Journeyman priest or apprentice priest, said the judge. Men of god and men of war have strange affinities. I'll not secondsay you in your notions, said Tobin. Dont ask it. Ah Priest, said the judge. What could I ask of you that you've not already given? | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| c6b2ffc | I despise the wintertime. I never did see what was the use in there even bein one. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| b322c48 | He looked at her. After a while he said: It's not about knowin where you are. It's about thinkin you got there without takin anything with you. Your notions about startin over. Or anybody's. You don't start over. That's what it's about. Ever step you take is forever. You can't make it go away. None of it. You understand what I'm sayin? | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| bbacfa6 | Like a patrol condemned to ride out some ancient curse. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 1f7135e | He thought that in the beauty of the world were hid a secret. He though the world's heart beat at some terrible cost and that the world's pain and its beauty moved in a relationship of diverging equity and that in this headlong deficit the blood of multitudes might ultimately be exacted for the vision of a single flower. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 5b3e403 | What do you think death is, man? Of whom do we speak when we speak of a man who was and is not? Are these blind riddles or are they not some part of every man's jurisdiction? What is death if not an agency? And whom does he intend toward? | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 89b8d73 | See him. You could say that he's sustained by his fellow men, like you. Has peopled the shore with them calling to him. A race that gives suck to the maimed & the crazed, that wants their wrong blood in its history & will have it. But they want this man's life. He has heard them in the night seeking him with lanterns & cries of execration. How then is he borne up? Or rather, why will not these waters take him? | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| cdbc7ae | So be sparing. What you alter in the remembering has yet a reality, known or not. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 5a0de4e | When he reached the fence he stopped for a moment to look back at the road and then he went on, crossing into a field of rank weeds that heeled with harsh dip and clash under the wind as if fled through by something unseen. | outer-dark | Cormac McCarthy | |
| 949750b | He is dancing, dancing. He says he'll never die. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 61ddecb | 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 | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| cc39ccd | God made this world, but he didn't make it to suit everybody, did he? | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| e745287 | A constellation of ignited eyes that edged the ring of light all bound in a precarious truce before this torch whose brightness had set back the stars in their sockets. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 78ad4fa | He built no fire. He lay listening to the horse crop the grass at his stakerope and he listened to the wind in the emptiness and watched stars trace the arc of the hemisphere and die in the darkness at the edge of the world and as he lay there the agony in his heart was like a stake. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| f7f37c3 | Where men cant live gods fare no better. You'll see. It's better to be alone. So I hope that's not true what you said because to be on the road with the last god would be a terrible thing so I hope it's not true. Things will be better when everybody's gone. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| fcc9dee | What you wants with these goats anyway? Little or nothin. Good fresh milk. God's best cheese. You have any other animals? said Suttree. Dog or anything? No. Just goats. I think a feller gets started with goats he just more or less sticks to goats. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 77e2d1a | That good luck might be no such thing. There were few nights lying in the dark that he did not envy the dead. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 87ac3a6 | Suttree ducked the yardlong coil of dead flies that hung from the ceiling and came to the counter with his purchases. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| f215a92 | Where the bodies are buried in the desert is a certain world, Counselor. Where they are simply left in the street is another. That is a country heretofore unknown to me. But it must have always been there, must it not? | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 34761ec | Before man was, war waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 857ec62 | To seek out the upright. No fall but preceded by a declination. He took great marching steps into the nothingness, counting them against his return. Eyes closed, arms oaring. Upright to what? Something nameless in the night, lode or matrix. To which he and the stars were common satellite. Like the great pendulum in its rotunda scribing through the long day movements of the universe of which you may say it knows nothing and yet know it must. | existentialism the-road | Cormac McCarthy | |
| 3f5206f | A ceremony then. One could well argue that there are not categories of no ceremony but only ceremonies of greater or lesser degree and deferring to this argument we will say that this is a ceremony of a certain magnitude perhaps more commonly known as a ritual. A ritual includes the letting of blood. Rituals which fail in this requirement are but mock rituals. Here every man knows the false at once. Never doubt it. That feeling in the breas.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 7c021b9 | He was dressed in odd and garish fashion and his clothes were embroidered with signs that had about them the geometric look of instructions, perhaps a game. He wore jewelry of jade and silver and his hair was long and blacker than his age would seem to warrant. He told the boy that although he was a huerfano still he must cease his wanderings and make for himself some place in the world because to wander in this way would become for him a p.. | Cormac McCarthy |