How 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 MCCARTHYHe knew only that his child was his warrant. He said: If he is not the word of God God never spoke.
More Cormac McCarthy Quotes
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Ever step you take is forever.
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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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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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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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One of the things you realize about gettin older is that not everybody is goin to get older with you.
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There is no such joy in the tavern as upon the road there to.
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I can normally tell how intelligent a man is by how stupid he thinks I am.
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Ever 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.
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Between the wish and the thing the world lies waiting.
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Somewhere in the world is the most invincible man. Just as somewhere is the most vulnerable.
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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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I 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.
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Notions of chance and fate are the preoccupations of men engaged in rash undertakings.
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The trouble with a liar is he can’t remember what he said.
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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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