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.
CORMAC MCCARTHYShe 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.
CORMAC MCCARTHYProbably I dont believe in a lot of things that I used to believe in but that doesnt mean I dont believe in anything.
CORMAC MCCARTHYKeep a little fire burning; however small, however hidden.
CORMAC MCCARTHYI 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.
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 MCCARTHYLong 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.
CORMAC MCCARTHYThe 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.
CORMAC MCCARTHYHe’d half meant to speak but those eyes had altered the world forever in the space of a heartbeat.
CORMAC MCCARTHYBut there are no absolutes in human misery and things can always get worse.
CORMAC MCCARTHYThere is no later. This is later.
CORMAC MCCARTHYYou fix what you can fix and you let the rest go. If there ain’t nothin to be done about it it aint even a problem. It’s just a aggravation.
CORMAC MCCARTHYScars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.
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 MCCARTHYWe think we are the victims of time. In reality, the way of the world isn’t fixed anywhere. How could that be possible? We are our own journey. And therefore we are time as well. We are the same. Fugitive. Inscrutable. Ruthless.
CORMAC MCCARTHYHe knew only that his child was his warrant. He said: If he is not the word of God God never spoke.
CORMAC MCCARTHYIf only my heart were stone.
CORMAC MCCARTHY