I got what I needed instead of what I wanted and that’s just about the best kind of luck you can have.
CORMAC MCCARTHYKeep a little fire burning; however small, however hidden.
More Cormac McCarthy Quotes
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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 trouble with a liar is he can’t remember what he said.
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Keep a little fire burning; however small, however hidden.
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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.
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There is for a man two things in life that are very important, head and shoulders above everything else. Find work you like, and find someone to live with you like. Very few people get both.
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There is no later. This is later.
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Best way to live in California is to be from somewheres else.
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When you die it’s the same as if everybody else did too.
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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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The closest bonds we will ever know are bonds of grief. The deepest community one of sorrow.
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And in the dream I knew that he was goin on ahead and that he was fixin to make a fire somewhere out there in all that dark and all that cold and I knew that whenever I got there he would be there. And then I woke up.
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He’d half meant to speak but those eyes had altered the world forever in the space of a heartbeat.
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There is no God and we are his prophets.
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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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