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.
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 MCCARTHYScars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.
CORMAC MCCARTHYEver step you take is forever.
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 MCCARTHYDo you know what happens with people who cannot govern themselves? That’s right. Others come in to govern for them.
CORMAC MCCARTHYIt’s not about knowing who you are. It’s about thinkin you got there without takin anything with you. Your notions about startin over. or anybody’s. You dont start over. That’s what it’s about. Every step you take is forever. You can’t make it go away. None of it.
CORMAC MCCARTHYIt is personal. That’s what an education does. It makes the world personal.
CORMAC MCCARTHYThey 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.
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 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 MCCARTHYActs 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.
CORMAC MCCARTHYThe frailty of everything revealed at last. Old and troubling issues resolved into nothingness and night. The last instance of a thing takes the class with it. Turns out the light and is gone. Look around you. Ever is a long time. But the boy knew what he knew. That ever is no time at all.
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 MCCARTHYWhen you die it’s the same as if everybody else did too.
CORMAC MCCARTHYHe knew only that his child was his warrant. He said: If he is not the word of God God never spoke.
CORMAC MCCARTHYDeep 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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