Somewhere in the world is the most invincible man. Just as somewhere is the most vulnerable.
CORMAC MCCARTHYThe wind sounded of Mother Earth’s forsaken and abandoned cries.
More Cormac McCarthy Quotes
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There is no later. This is later.
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You never know what worse luck your bad luck has saved you from.
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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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Best way to live in California is to be from somewheres else.
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There’s a difference between quittin and knowin when you’re beat.
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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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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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Life is brief and to have to spend every day of it doing what somebody else wants you to do is not the way to live it.
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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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There is no God and we are his prophets.
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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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When you die it’s the same as if everybody else did too.
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One of the things you realize about gettin older is that not everybody is goin to get older with you.
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Keep a little fire burning; however small, however hidden.
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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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