Acts have their being in the witness. Without him who can speak of it? In the end one could even say that the act is nothing, the witness all.
CORMAC MCCARTHYActs have their being in the witness. Without him who can speak of it? In the end one could even say that the act is nothing, the witness all.
CORMAC MCCARTHYHow does a man decide in what order to abandon his life?
CORMAC MCCARTHYIt is personal. That’s what an education does. It makes the world personal.
CORMAC MCCARTHYAnd 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.
CORMAC MCCARTHYI always thought when I got older that God would sort of come into my life in some way. He didn’t. I don’t blame him. If I was him I’d have the same opinion about me that he does.
CORMAC MCCARTHYAll the time you spend tryin to get back what’s been took from you there’s more goin out the door. After a while you just try and get a tourniquet on it.
CORMAC MCCARTHYBetween the wish and the thing the world lies waiting.
CORMAC MCCARTHYEver 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.
CORMAC MCCARTHYThe 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 MCCARTHYProbably I dont believe in a lot of things that I used to believe in but that doesnt mean I dont believe in anything.
CORMAC MCCARTHYWhat joins men together is not the sharing of bread but the sharing of enemies.
CORMAC MCCARTHYIf there’s one thing on this planet you don’t look like it’s a bunch of good luck walkin around.
CORMAC MCCARTHYYou never know what worse luck your bad luck has saved you from.
CORMAC MCCARTHYWhat he could bear in the waking world he could not by night and he sat awake for fear the dream would return.
CORMAC MCCARTHYHow 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.
CORMAC MCCARTHYRemember 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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