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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.

Cormac McCarthy

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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Deep Existence Hide Knowledge Man
Acts 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.
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Act End Oneself Talk
Somewhere in the world is the most invincible man. Just as somewhere is the most vulnerable.
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Man Vulnerable World
When you die it’s the same as if everybody else did too.
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Death Yourself
Notions of chance and fate are the preoccupations of men engaged in rash undertakings.
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Chance Fate Man Occupation Work
But there are no absolutes in human misery and things can always get worse.
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Human Misery Worst
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
What joins men together is not the sharing of bread but the sharing of enemies.
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Enemy Food Man Share Togetherness
How does a man decide in what order to abandon his life?
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Abandonment Decision Life Man Order
There is no later. This is later.
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Deep Future One Liner Time
If only my heart were stone.
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Dreams Heart Myself One Liner Stone
He knew only that his child was his warrant. He said: If he is not the word of God God never spoke.
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Children God Himself Talk Word
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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Future People Preparation Ready Time
Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.
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Ourselves Past Power Reality Scars Strange
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
The things that I loved were very frail. Very fragile. I didn’t know that. I thought they were indestructible. They weren’t.
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Destruction Fragile Love Myself Thinking

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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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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