You forget what you want to remember, and you remember what you want to forget.
CORMAC MCCARTHYThere is no such joy in the tavern as upon the road there to.
More Cormac McCarthy Quotes
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When you die it’s the same as if everybody else did too.
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How does a man decide in what order to abandon his life?
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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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Do you know what happens with people who cannot govern themselves? That’s right. Others come in to govern for them.
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It’s not about knowing who you are. It’s about thinkin you got there without takin anything with you. Your notions about startin over. or anybody’s. You dont start over. That’s what it’s about. Every step you take is forever. You can’t make it go away. None of it.
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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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There is no later. This is later.
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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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Keep a little fire burning; however small, however hidden.
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It is supposed to true that those who do not know history are condemned to repeat it. I don’t believe knowing can save us. What is constant in history is greed and foolishness and love of blood.
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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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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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There is no such joy in the tavern as upon the road there to.
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What he could bear in the waking world he could not by night and he sat awake for fear the dream would return.
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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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