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Cormac McCarthy Quotes

Cormac McCarthy quotes

American Writer July 20, 1933

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And the dreams so rich in color. How else would death call you? Waking in the cold dawn it all turned to ash instantly. Like certain ancient frescoes entombed for centuries suddenly exposed to the day. Cormac McCarthy
The 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 McCarthy
He didn't say a lot so I tend to remember what he did say. And I don't remember that he had a lot of patience with havin to say things twice so I learned to listen the first time. Cormac McCarthy
The small wad of burning paper drew down to a wisp of flame and then died out leaving a faint pattern for just a moment in the incandescence like the shape of a flower, a molten rose. Then all was dark again. Cormac McCarthy
and for a moment he held out his hands as if to steady himself or as if to bless the ground there or perhaps as if to slow the world that was rushing away and seemed to care nothing for the old or the young or rich or poor or dark or pale or he or she. Nothing for their struggles, nothing for their names. Nothing for the living or the dead. Cormac McCarthy
... the beast who dreams of man and has so dreamt in running dreams a hundred thousand years and more. Dreams of that malignant lesser god come pale and naked and alien to slaughter all his clan and kin and rout them from their house. A god insatiable whom no ceding could appease nor any measure of blood. Cormac McCarthy
If one were to be a person of value that value could not be a condition subject to hazards of fortune. It had to be a quality that could not change. No matter what. Cormac McCarthy
Cormac McCarthy quote: "She said that the breath of God was his breath yet though it..."
She said that the breath of God was his breath yet though it pass from man to man through all of time. Cormac McCarthy
Cormac McCarthy quote: "Can you do it? When the time comes? When the time comes there..."
Can you do it? When the time comes? When the time comes there will be no time. Now is the time. Curse God and die. Cormac McCarthy
It is community and respect, of course, but the dead have more claims on you than what you might want to admit or even what you might know about and them claims can be very strong indeed. Very strong indeed. Cormac McCarthy
They watched storms out there so distant they could not be heard, the silent lightning flaring sheetwise and the thin black spine of the mountain chain fluttering and sucked away again in the dark. They saw wild horses racing on the plain, pounding their shadows down the night and- leaving in the moonlight a vaporous dust like the palest stain of their passing. Cormac McCarthy
Of such dreams and of the rituals of them there can also be no end. The thing that is sought is altogether other. However it may be construed within men's dreams or by their acts it will never make a fit. These dreams and these acts are driven by a terrible hunger. They seek to meet a need which they can never satisfy, and for that we must be grateful. Cormac McCarthy
Cormac McCarthy quote: "By the time I was sixteen I had read many books and I had..."
By the time I was sixteen I had read many books and I had become a freethinker. Cormac McCarthy
Cormac McCarthy quote: "Old woods and deep. At one time in the world there were woods..."
Old woods and deep. At one time in the world there were woods that no one owned and these were like them. Cormac McCarthy
The soft black talc blew through the streets like squid ink uncoiling along a sea floor and the cold crept down and the dark came early and the scavengers passing down the steep canyons with their torches trod silky holes in the drifted ash that closed behind them silently as eyes. Cormac McCarthy

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