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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 804f4a6 | Boyd aint goin nowhere. If I am he is. Boyd's a juvenile. They aint goin to turn him over to you. Hell. You're a juvenile yourself. I aint askin. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 67f5df2 | IN THE SPRING OR WARMER weather when the snow thaws in the woods the tracks of winter reappear on slender pedestals and the snow reveals in palimpsest old buried wanderings, struggles, scenes of death. Tales of winter brought to light again like time turned back upon itself. Ballard | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 7b23b13 | The mother dead these fourteen years did incubate in her own bosom the creature who would carry her off. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 56edfe2 | I think it's just the snow. I think it makes people stop and think. Bell nodded. I hope it comes a blizzard then. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| e1331d1 | Forty minutes later he saw her and stopped and sat the horse and watched. She was riding along a red dirt ridge to the south sitting with her hands crossed on the pommel, looking toward the last of the sun, the horse slogging slowly through the loose sandy dirt, the red stain of it following them in the still air. That's my heart yonder, he told the horse. It always was. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| f1d4229 | What if a whole goddamned building was to just up and sink? What about two or three buildings? What about a whole block? Harrogate was waving his bottle about. Goddamn, he said. What if the whole fuckin city was to cave in? That's the spirit, said Suttree. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 7c40376 | They say that women dream of danger to those in their care and men of danger to themselves. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 63f3f5a | Whoever would seek out his history through what unraveling of loins and ledgerbooks must stand at last darkened and dumb at the shore of a void without terminus or origin and whatever science he might bring to bear upon the dusty primal matter blowing down out of the millennia will discover no trace of any ultimate atavistic egg by which to reckon his commencing. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 15794a5 | The mother dead these fourteen years did incubate in her own bosom the creature who would carry her off. The father never speaks her name, the child does not know it. He has a sister in this world that he will not see again. He watches, pale and unwashed. He can neither read nor write and in him broods already a taste for mindless violence. All history present in that visage, the child the father of the man. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| dceeb7a | I think if you were Satan and you were settin around tryin to think up somethin that would just bring the human race to its knees what you would probably come up with is narcotics | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 882b3ee | There is no such joy in the tavern as upon the road thereto, said the Mennonite. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| ece9f40 | Trust me, Moss said. I hate hearin them words, the driver said. I always did. Have you ever said them? Yeah. I've said em. That's how come I know what they're worth. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| b8bff3e | Do I think you're crazy? he said. No. I dont. You've rewrote the book for crazy. If all you are is crazy then all them poor bastards in the loonybin that they're feedin under the door need to be set loose in the street. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 244f6f8 | Don't flang him off the bluff, boys. Tain't christian. Let's go then. Hump up there, stranger, and let's go get hung. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 81f8b2c | 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 | ||
| 2d1b615 | Now come days of begging, days of theft. Days of riding where there rode no soul save he. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| a22f3c1 | This night, thy soul may be required of thee. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| f36f2ae | The kid looked at the man. His head was strangely narrow and his hair was plastered up with mud in a bizarre and primitive coiffure. On his forehead were burned the letters H T and lower and almost between the eyes the letter F and these markings were splayed and garish as if the iron had been left too long. When he turned to look at the kid the kid could see that he had no ears. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 8e43241 | Listen Sut. We're painted into a corner anyways. I mean what if we was to just call up and say he died? I mean hell fire, you caint fool them guys. Them guys is doctors. They take one look at him and know for a fact he's been dead six months. How does it smell in there? It smells fuckin awful. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 1aa4f35 | Their arms aloft pulling at their clothes were luminous and each obscure soul was enveloped in audible shapes of light as if it had always been so. The mare at the far end of the stable snorted and shied at this luminosity in beings so endarkened and the little horse turned and hid his face in the web of his dam's flank. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 1d3969f | For me the world has always been more of a puppet show. But when one looks behind the curtain and traces the strings upward he finds they terminate in the hands of yet other puppets, themselves with their own strings which trace upward in turn, and so on. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 6fc317b | He knew only that the child was his warrant. He said: If he is not the word of God God never spoke. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| f7181b5 | Lastly he looked at the face so caved and drawn among the folds of funeral cloth, the yellowed moustache, the eyelids paper thin. That was not sleeping. That was not sleeping. | funeral sleep | Cormac McCarthy | |
| e621c18 | The hour. There is no later. This is later. All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one's heart have a common provenance in pain. Their birth in grief and ashes. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 93038d0 | Here beyond men's judgements all covenants were brittle. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 5262d86 | I wanted very much to be a person of value and I had to ask myself how this could be possible if there were not something like a soul or like a spirit that is in the life of a person and which could endure any misfortune or disfigurement and yet be no less for it. If one were to be a person of value that value could not be a condition subject to the hazards of fortune. It had to be a quality that could not change. No matter what... I knew t.. | motivation | Cormac McCarthy | |
| af53452 | She aint worth it. None of em are. He didnt answer for a while. Then he said: Yes they are. | lovers men women | Cormac McCarthy | |
| 9f905a5 | There was no wind and the silence out there was greatly favored by every kind of fugitive as was the open country itself and no mountains close at hand for enemies to black themselves against. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 08e82e0 | What is true of one man, said the judge, is true of many. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 2415d11 | they rode at once jaunty and circumspect, like thieves newly loosed in that dark electric, like young thieves in a glowing orchard, loosely jacketed against the cold and ten thousand worlds for the choosing. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 9a89689 | Now come days of begging, days of theft. Days of riding where there rode no soul save he. He's left behind the pinewood country and the evening sun declines before him beyond an endless swale and dark falls here like a thunderclap and a cold wind sets the weeds to gnashing. The night sky lies so sprent with stars that there is scarcely space of black at all and they fall all night in bitter arcs and it is so that their numbers are no less. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| cefaafb | Chigurh shot him through the forehead and then stood watching. Watching the capillaries break up in his eyes. The light receding. Watching his own image degrade in that squandered world. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| a694620 | Yet the captain inhabited another space and it was a space of his own election and outside the common world of men. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 6c32742 | What have you got that a man could drink with just a minimum risk of blindness and death. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 0e5486d | Men's memories are uncertain and the past that was differs little from the past that was not. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 9672d4b | There's little equity in the Lord's gifts. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 4a41871 | He'd bivouacked on the north side of the town | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| de1a02e | He said there was nothin to set a man's mind at ease like wakin up in the morning and not havin to decide who you were. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 68b5dba | In his delirium he ransacked the linens of his pallet for arms but there were none. The judge smiled. The fool was no longer there but another man and this other man he could never see in his entirety but he seemed an artisan and a worker in metal. The judge enshadowed him where he crouched at his trade but he was a coldforger who worked with hammer and die, perhaps under some indictment and an exile from men's fires, hammering out like his.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| b760fd5 | She said: Sheriff how come you to let crime get so out of hand in your county? Sounded like a fair question I reckon. Maybe it was a fair question. Anyway I told her, I said: It starts when you begin to overlook bad manners. Any time you quit hearin Sir and Mam the end is pretty much in sight. | crime crime-prevention manners | Cormac McCarthy | |
| 853dc2d | The facade of the building bore an array of saints in their niches and they had been shot up by American troops trying their rifles, the figures shorn of ears and noses and darkly mottled with leadmarks oxidized upon the stone. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 57f6f99 | There seemed insufficient substance to him to be the object of men's wrath. There seemed nothing about him sufficient to fuel any enterprise at all. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 82ab2f5 | Men are born for games. Nothing else. Every child knows that play is nobler than work. He knows too that the worth or merit of a game is not inherent in the game itself but rather in the value of that which is put at hazard. Games of chance require a wager to have meaning at all. Games of sport involve the skill and strength of the opponents and the humiliation of defeat and the pride of victory are in themselves sufficient stake because th.. | war | Cormac McCarthy | |
| 05c8799 | The night was cold and clear and the sparks rising from the fire raced hot and red among the stars. | Cormac McCarthy |