She said that these were things all women knew yet seldom spoke of. Lastly she said that if women were drawn to rash men it was only that in their secret hearts they knew that a man who would not kill for them was of no use at all.
CORMAC MCCARTHYMy perfect day is sitting in a room with some blank paper. That’s heaven. That’s gold, and anything else is just a waste of time.
More Cormac McCarthy Quotes
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The world is quite ruthless in selecting between the dream and the reality, even where we will not.
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What joins men together is not the sharing of bread but the sharing of enemies.
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Words pale and lose their savor while pain is always new.
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How does a man decide in what order to abandon his life?
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He knew only that his child was his warrant. He said: If he is not the word of God God never spoke.
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You think when you wake up in the mornin yesterday don’t count. But yesterday is all that does count. What else is there? Your life is made out of the days it’s made out of. Nothin else.
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The road has its own reasons and no two travelers will have the same understanding of those reasons. If indeed they come to an understanding of them at all.
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Anything that doesn’t take years of your life and drive you to suicide hardly seems worth doing.
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Long before morning I knew that what I was seeking to discover was a thing I’d always known. That all courage was a form of constancy. That it is always himself that the coward abandoned first. After this all other betrayals come easily.
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The frailty of everything revealed at last. Old and troubling issues resolved into nothingness and night. The last instance of a thing takes the class with it. Turns out the light and is gone. Look around you. Ever is a long time. But the boy knew what he knew. That ever is no time at all.
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I’ve seen the meanness of humans till I don’t know why God ain’t put out the sun and gone away.
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Deep in each man is the knowledge that something knows of his existence. Something knows, and cannot be fled nor hid from.
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Remember her hair in the morning before it was pinned, black, rampant, savage with loveliness. As if she slept in perpetual storm.
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There is no God and we are his prophets.
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Between the wish and the thing the world lies waiting.
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