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.
CORMAC MCCARTHYPeople 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.
CORMAC MCCARTHYThere’s a difference between quittin and knowin when you’re beat.
CORMAC MCCARTHYNobody wants to be here and nobody wants to leave.
CORMAC MCCARTHYBetween the wish and the thing the world lies waiting.
CORMAC MCCARTHYRemember her hair in the morning before it was pinned, black, rampant, savage with loveliness. As if she slept in perpetual storm.
CORMAC MCCARTHYI can normally tell how intelligent a man is by how stupid he thinks I am.
CORMAC MCCARTHYIf there’s one thing on this planet you don’t look like it’s a bunch of good luck walkin around.
CORMAC MCCARTHYIf 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.
CORMAC MCCARTHYMy 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.
CORMAC MCCARTHYThere is no God and we are his prophets.
CORMAC MCCARTHYThe trouble with a liar is he can’t remember what he said.
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 MCCARTHYThe world is quite ruthless in selecting between the dream and the reality, even where we will not.
CORMAC MCCARTHYHe stood at the window of the empty cafe and watched the activites in the square and he said that it was good that God kept the truths of life from the young as they were starting out or else they’d have no heart to start at all.
CORMAC MCCARTHYIf trouble comes when you least expect it then maybe the thing to do is to always expect it.
CORMAC MCCARTHYAnd perhaps beyond those shrouded swells another man did walk with another child on the dead gray sands. Slept but a sea apart on another beach among the bitter ashes of the world or stood in their rags lost to the same indifferent sun.
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