Notions of chance and fate are the preoccupations of men engaged in rash undertakings.
CORMAC MCCARTHYAnything that doesn’t take years of your life and drive you to suicide hardly seems worth doing.
More Cormac McCarthy Quotes
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If there’s one thing on this planet you don’t look like it’s a bunch of good luck walkin around.
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The 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.
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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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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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Deep in each man is the knowledge that something knows of his existence. Something knows, and cannot be fled nor hid from.
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People were always getting ready for tomorrow. I didn’t believe in that. Tomorrow wasn’t getting ready for them. It didn’t even know they were there.
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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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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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You 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.
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Nobody wants to be here and nobody wants to leave.
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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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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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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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By day the banished sun circles the earth like a grieving mother with a lamp.
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