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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| a58fd03 | The earth fell away on every side equally in its arcature and by these limits were they circumscribed and of them were they locus. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 4c1c686 | When the Papayuna is pining you need to call home. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| c81d689 | He slept little and he slept poorly. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 071abe7 | Der Junge schwankte im Sitzen. Der Mann gab acht, dass er nicht in die Flammen fiel. Mit dem Fuss scharrte er Vertiefungen fur Huften und Schultern des Jungens in den Sand, um ihm eine Schlafstelle zu schaffen, dann setzte er sich mit ihm ans Feuer, hielt ihn in den Armen und zauste ihm das Haar, um es zu trocknen. Dies alles glich einem uralten Ritual der Salbung. So sei es. Beschwore die Formen herauf. Wenn du nichts anderes hast, ersinne.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 6725c2c | Man glommer det man vill minnas och man minns det man vill glomma. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| c09854b | I have to watch you all the time, the boy said. I know. If you break little promises you'll break big ones. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 1edd40b | Aldrig mer ar en lang tid. Men pojken visste det han visste. Att aldrig mer inte ar nagon tid alls. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 918ae1a | and they watched the fire which does contain within it something of men themselves inasmuch as they are less without it and are divided from their origins and are exiles. For | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| b4746ec | Om man bryter sma loften kommer man att bryta stora ocksa. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| fae8e9e | Folk gjorde sig jamt redo for morgondagen. Sadant trodde jag inte pa. Morgondagen gjorde sig inte redo for dem. Den visste inte ens att de fanns. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 3637d77 | He turned him about in the light from the window. What are you wearing? he said. Harrogate shuffled and flapped his arms. Aw, he said. Just some old clothes. Did they rig you out in these at the workhouse? Yeah. They lost my clothes what they give me at the hospital. I dont look funny do I? No. You look crazy. He pulled at Harrogate. What is this? Harrogate held his arms aloft. I dont know, he said. Suttree was turning him around. Good God,.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 0f7af09 | There was nothing along the road save the country it traversed and there was nothing in the country at all. | travel | Cormac McCarthy | |
| cd0718a | She raised her eyes and looked at him. He'd never seen despair before. He thought he had, but he had not. | love sorrow | Cormac McCarthy | |
| f822fbc | Ever dumb thing I ever done in my life there was a decision I made before that got me into it. It was never the dumb thing. It was always some choice I'd made before it. You understand what I'm sayin? | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 5107b65 | Death is what the living carry with them. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 02c2451 | The Mennonite watches the enshadowed dark before them as it is reflected to him in the mirror over the bar. He turns to them. His eyes are wet, he speaks slowly. The wrath of God lies sleeping. It was hid a million years before men were and only men have power to wake it. Hell aint half full. Hear me. Ye carry war of a madman's making onto a foreign land. Yell wake more than the dogs. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 45b3bcc | How these things end. In confusion and curses and blood. They drank on and the wind blew in the streets and the stars that had been overhead lay low in the west and these young men fell afoul of others and words were said that could not be put right again and in the dawn the kid and the second corporal knelt over the boy from Missouri who had been named Earl and they spoke his name but he never spoke back. He lay on his side in the dust of .. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| dd6e970 | He leaned forward and began to count off on the fingers of the hand that held the cigarette: She aint American. She aint a citizen. She dont speak english. She works in a whorehouse. No, hear me out. And last but not least--he sat holding his thumb--there's a son of a bitch owns her outright that I guarangoddamntee you will kill you graveyard dead if you mess with him. Son, aint there no girls on this side of the damn river? Not like her. .. | lovesick romance western | Cormac McCarthy | |
| 7f113b5 | When the truck finally pulled out and they saw him still standing they offered their bundles for him to sit on and he did so and he nodded and dozed to the hum of the tires on the blacktop and the rain stopped and the night cleared and the moon that was already risen raced among the high wires by the highway side like a single silver music note burning in the constant and lavish dark and the passing fields were rich from the rain with the s.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 8603d9f | Se distinguian ya entre el polvo, pintados en el manto de los ponis, galones y manos y soles nacientes y pajaros y peces de todas clases como una obra vieja descubierta bajo el apresto de un lienzo y ahora se podia oir tambien sobre el retumbo de los cascos sin herrar el sonido de las quenas, esas flautas hechas con huesos humanos, y en la compania algunos habian empezado a recular en sus monturas y otros a girar desorientados cuando del la.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 132db01 | I remain steady in my belief that well-written literary fiction doesn't have to be high-brow; it has to embrace ideas about destiny in a storyline that holds the readers' attention. From his classic presentation at the 200th anniversary writers' conference of North American Review, the nation's oldest literary magazine, where he poked fun at his own early novels for their obscurity, implying clarity in the digital age equals salvation. Then.. | literary-fiction mystery myth romance suspense | Peter Kelton | |
| 8bf65f1 | She aint worth it. None of em are. He didnt answer for a while. Then he said: Yes they are. When | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| ff24ffa | Mindenki a maga vegzetet hajszolja s nem a maset - mondta a biro. Nem valaszthatunk. Aki felismeri a vegzetet s megis az ellenkezo iranyt valasztja vegul eppugy ugyanoda er s eppugy szamot kell adnia ugyanabban a szabott oraban mert minden ember sorsa es vegzete eppen akkora amekkora a vilag melyben lakozik es amelyben minden ellentet egyarant benne foglaltatik. Hatalmas a sivatag ahol oly sokan odavesztek s nagy lelkierot kivan de vegtere .. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 82e9eca | Az iras azt mondja hogy aki kardot fog kard altal vesz el - mondta a fekete. A biro mosolygott s abrazata fenylett a zsirtol. Van-e epeszu ember aki maskeppen akarna? kerdezte. Az iras szerint tenyleg rossz dolog a haboru - mondta Irving. De az irasban is sok veres haboru van. Nem szamit hogy az emberek mit gondolnak a haborurol - mondta a biro. Az a haborunak mindegy. Akarha azt kerdeznenk toluk hogy mi a velemenyuk a korol. Haboru mind.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| eb6209a | How does the never to be differ from what never was? | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 8df21e8 | Quando sognerai di un mondo che non e mai esistito o di uno che non esistera mai e in cui sei di nuovo felice, vorra dire che ti sei arreso. Capisci? E tu non ti puoi arrendere. Io non te lo permettero. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 245092c | La gente si preparava sempre al domani. A me sembrava assurdo. Il domani non si stava certo preparando per loro. Non sapeva neppure che esistessero. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 5924f13 | Every word we speak is a vanity. Every breath taken that does not bless is an affront. Bear closely with me now. There is another who will hear what you never spoke. Stones themselves are made of air. What they have power to crush never lived. In the end we shall all of us be only what we have made of God. For nothing is real save his grace. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| f878819 | They came three times for the old man. At first it was just the Sheriff and Gifford. They were one foot up the porch steps when he swung the door open and threw down on them and they could see the mule ears of the old shotgun laid back viciously along the locks. They turned and went back down the yard, not saying anything or even looking back, and the old man closed the door behind them. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| e66416b | I had this dream. What dream. I had it twice. Well what was it. There was this big fire out on the dry lake. There aint nothin to burn on a dry lake. I know it. What happened. These people were burnin. The lake was on fire and they was burnin up. It's probably somethin you ate. I had the same dream twice. Maybe you ate the same thing twice. I dont think so. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 3e5892f | They produced tobacco and papers and passed them to him not ceremoniously but with that deprecatory gesture of humility which country people confer in a look, a lift of the hand. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 5f905b8 | I could tell you why--and you stit wouldn't know. That's all right. You can set and ast a bunch of idjit questions. But not knowin a thing ain't never made it not so. Well, I'm a old man and I've seen some hard times, so I don't reckon Brushy Mountain'll be the worst place I was ever in. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 85123a5 | A man gets older, he said, he finds they's lots of things he can do jest as well without and so he don't have to worry about this and that the way a young feller will. I worked near all my life and never had nothin. Seems like a old man'd be allowed his rest but then he comes to find they's things you have to do on account of nobody else wants to attend to em... Most ever man loves peace, he said, and none better than a old man. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| e870d0b | Turkey buzzard, Warn explained. They's the ones got red heads. Where do you keep him? Been keepin him in the smokehouse, he said. Don't nobody care for you to keep him? Naw. The old lady set up a fuss but I told her I was goin to bring him in the house and learn him to set at table and that calmed her down some. Here, don't get too close or he'll puke on ye. He puked on Rock and Rock like to never got over it--stit won't have nothin to do w.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| a9b290c | Words are things. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| f8aa2a1 | Books lie, he said. God dont lie. No, said the judge. He does not. And these are his words. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| a5fee37 | 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 didn't have a reason for it. Yessir. But there ain't but one reason. Yessir. You know what it is? | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 56766fd | Things will be better when everybody's gone. They will? Sure they will. Better for who? Everybody. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 035b934 | But the second one it was like we was both back in older times and I was on horseback goin through the mountains of a night. Goin through this pass in the mountains. It was cold and there was snow on the ground and he rode past me and kept on goin. Never said nothin. He just rode on past and he had this blanket wrapped around him and he had his head down and when he rode past I seen he was carryin fire in a horn the way people used to do an.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 669483e | There is no description of a fool that you fail to satisfy. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| bc8176a | They were Dieguenos. They were armed with short bows and they drew about the travelers and knelt and gave them water out of a gourd. They'd seen such pilgrims before and with sufferings more terrible. They eked a desperate living from that land and they knew that nothing excepting some savage pursuit could drive men to such plight and they watched each day for that thing to gather itself out of its terrible incubation in the house of the su.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| d28187e | No one cares. It's not important. That's where you're wrong my friend. Everything's important. A man lives his life, he has to make that important. Whether he's a small town county sheriff or the president. Or a busted out bum. You might even understand that some day. I don't say you will. You might. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 68bfd38 | and bottles and they left | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 4f49586 | The mountain road brick-red of dust laced with lizard tracks, coming up through the peach orchard, hot, windless, cloistral in a silence of no birds save one vulture hung in the smokeblue void of the sunless mountainside, rocking on the high updrafts, and the road turning and gated with bullbriers waxed and green, and the green cadaver grin sealed in the murky waters of the peach pit, slimegreen skull with newts coiled in the eyesockets and.. | Cormac McCarthy |