The trouble with a liar is he can’t remember what he said.
CORMAC MCCARTHYThe trouble with a liar is he can’t remember what he said.
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 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 MCCARTHYLife 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.
CORMAC MCCARTHYOne of the things you realize about gettin older is that not everybody is goin to get older with you.
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 MCCARTHYRemember her hair in the morning before it was pinned, black, rampant, savage with loveliness. As if she slept in perpetual storm.
CORMAC MCCARTHYYou have to carry the fire.” I don’t know how to.” Yes, you do.” Is the fire real? The fire?” Yes it is.” Where is it? I don’t know where it is.” Yes you do. It’s inside you. It always was there. I can see it.
CORMAC MCCARTHYThe 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.
CORMAC MCCARTHYIf trouble comes when you least expect it then maybe the thing to do is to always expect it.
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 MCCARTHYHow 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 MCCARTHYDeep in each man is the knowledge that something knows of his existence. Something knows, and cannot be fled nor hid from.
CORMAC MCCARTHYYou think when you wake up in the mornin yesterday don’t count. But yesterday is all that does count. What else is there? Your life is made out of the days it’s made out of. Nothin else.
CORMAC MCCARTHYI’ve seen the meanness of humans till I don’t know why God ain’t put out the sun and gone away.
CORMAC MCCARTHYNotions of chance and fate are the preoccupations of men engaged in rash undertakings.
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