He said that those who have endured some misfortune will always be set apart but that it is just that misfortune which is their gift and which is their strength.
CORMAC MCCARTHYHe said that those who have endured some misfortune will always be set apart but that it is just that misfortune which is their gift and which is their strength.
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 MCCARTHYAnd 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.
CORMAC MCCARTHYOne of the things you realize about gettin older is that not everybody is goin to get older with you.
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 MCCARTHYNobody wants to be here and nobody wants to leave.
CORMAC MCCARTHYBy day the banished sun circles the earth like a grieving mother with a lamp.
CORMAC MCCARTHYDeep in each man is the knowledge that something knows of his existence. Something knows, and cannot be fled nor hid from.
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 MCCARTHYKeep a little fire burning; however small, however hidden.
CORMAC MCCARTHYNotions of chance and fate are the preoccupations of men engaged in rash undertakings.
CORMAC MCCARTHYBetween the wish and the thing the world lies waiting.
CORMAC MCCARTHYIt 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.
CORMAC MCCARTHYThe things that I loved were very frail. Very fragile. I didn’t know that. I thought they were indestructible. They weren’t.
CORMAC MCCARTHYMy 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.
CORMAC MCCARTHYIt’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.
CORMAC MCCARTHY