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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.

Cormac McCarthy

There is no such joy in the tavern as upon the road there to.
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Joy Road Vehicle
They spoke less and less between them until at last they were silent altogether as is often the way with travelers approaching the end of a journey.
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End Journey Silence Talk Togetherness Travel
He’d half meant to speak but those eyes had altered the world forever in the space of a heartbeat.
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Eyes Forever Heart Space Talk World
Men of God and men of war have strange affinities.
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God Man Strange War
What joins men together is not the sharing of bread but the sharing of enemies.
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Enemy Food Man Share Togetherness
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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Dreams Himself Night Return Wake Up World
The trouble with a liar is he can’t remember what he said.
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Himself Lying Remember Talk Trouble
If you think about some of the things that are being talked about by thoughtful, intelligent scientists, you realize that in 100 years the human race won’t even be recognizable.
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Human Intelligence Race Recognition Talk Thinking Yourself
When you die it’s the same as if everybody else did too.
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Death Yourself
By day the banished sun circles the earth like a grieving mother with a lamp.
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Day Earth Grief Mom Sun
Words pale and lose their savor while pain is always new.
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Lose Pain Save Word
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.
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Beyond Bitter Carry Curse Death Live Memories Remember
There is no later. This is later.
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Deep Future One Liner Time
My 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.
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Gold Heaven Myself Paper Perfection Room Wasted Time
We 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.
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Journey Possible Reality Thinking Time Victim Way World
How does a man decide in what order to abandon his life?
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Abandonment Decision Life Man Order

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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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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