The things I believed in dont exist any more. It’s foolish to pretend that they do. Western Civilization finally went up in smoke in the chimneys at Dachau but I was too infatuated to see it. I see it now.
CORMAC MCCARTHYKeep a little fire burning; however small, however hidden.
More Cormac McCarthy Quotes
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And perhaps beyond those shrouded swells another man did walk with another child on the dead gray sands. Slept but a sea apart on another beach among the bitter ashes of the world or stood in their rags lost to the same indifferent sun.
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By day the banished sun circles the earth like a grieving mother with a lamp.
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Nobody wants to be here and nobody wants to leave.
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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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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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Between the wish and the thing the world lies waiting.
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There is no such joy in the tavern as upon the road there to.
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You never know what worse luck your bad luck has saved you from.
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How surely are the dead beyond death. Death is what the living carry with them. A state of dread, like some uncanny foretaste of a bitter memory. But the dead do not remember and nothingness is not a curse. Far from it.
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Words pale and lose their savor while pain is always new.
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Best way to live in California is to be from somewheres else.
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It is personal. That’s what an education does. It makes the world personal.
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I think by the time you’re grown you’re as happy as you’re goin to be. You’ll have good times and bad times, but in the end you’ll be about as happy as you was before. Or as unhappy. I’ve knowed people that just never did get the hang of it.
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My 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.
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