You forget what you want to remember, and you remember what you want to forget.
CORMAC MCCARTHYAnything that doesn’t take years of your life and drive you to suicide hardly seems worth doing.
More Cormac McCarthy Quotes
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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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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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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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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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It is personal. That’s what an education does. It makes the world personal.
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But there are no absolutes in human misery and things can always get worse.
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If only my heart were stone.
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The things that I loved were very frail. Very fragile. I didn’t know that. I thought they were indestructible. They weren’t.
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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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The world is quite ruthless in selecting between the dream and the reality, even where we will not.
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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.
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If you think about some of the things that are being talked about by thoughtful, intelligent scientists, you realize that in 100 years the human race won’t even be recognizable.
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The wind sounded of Mother Earth’s forsaken and abandoned cries.
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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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By day the banished sun circles the earth like a grieving mother with a lamp.
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