For things at a common destination there is a common path. Not always easy to see. But there. Cormac McCarthy More Quotes by Cormac McCarthy More Quotes From Cormac McCarthy He rocked in the swells, floating like the first germ of life adrift on the earth's cooling seas, formless macule of plasm trapped in a vapor drop and all creation yet to come. Cormac McCarthy vapor sea firsts He spoke of his campaigns in the deserts of Mexico and he told them of horses killed under him and he said that the souls of horses mirror the souls of men more closely than men suppose and that horses also love war. Men say they only learn this but he said that no creature can learn that which his heart has no shape to holo Cormac McCarthy horse heart war The night sky lies so sprent with stars that there is scarcely space of black at all and they fall all night in bitter arcs and it is so that their numbers are no less. Cormac McCarthy stars lying fall At one time in the world there were woods that no one owned Cormac McCarthy woods nature world Just take me with you. Please. I cant. Please, Papa. I cant. I cant hold my son dead in my arms. I thought I could but I cant. Cormac McCarthy papa arms son The man who believes that the secrets of the world are forever hidden lives in mystery and fear. Superstition will drag him down." -The Judge Cormac McCarthy judging men believe He may be dead; or he may be teaching English. Cormac McCarthy teaching-english teaching may In the end we all come to be cured of our sentiments. Those whom life does not cure death will. The world is quite ruthless in selecting between the dream and reality, even where we will not. Between the wish and the thing the world lies waiting. I've thought a great deal about my life and my country. I think there is little that can be truly known. My family has been fortunate. Others were less so. As they are often quick to point out. Cormac McCarthy dream country lying She was gone and the coldness of it was her final gift. Cormac McCarthy coldness finals gone It's the tide. It's the dismal tide. It's not the one thing. Cormac McCarthy one-thing tides When one has nothing left make ceremonies out of the air and breathe upon them. Cormac McCarthy ceremony breathe air I don't know what sort of world she will live in and I have no fixed opinions concerning how she should live in it. I only know that if she does not come to value what is true above what is useful, it will make little difference whether she lives at all. Cormac McCarthy differences doe world 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 curse dies On this road there are no godspoke men. They are gone and I am left and they have taken with them the world. Cormac McCarthy taken gone men Do you think that your fathers are watching? That they weigh you in their ledgerbook? Against what? There is no book and your fathers are dead in the ground. Cormac McCarthy father book thinking Men's memories are uncertain and the past that was differs little from the past that was not. Cormac McCarthy men memories past 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 hazards quality matter There is no greater monster than reason. Cormac McCarthy all-the-pretty-horses reason monsters The night is quiet. Like a camp before battle. The city beset by a thing unknown and will it come from forest or sea? The murengers have walled the pale, the gates are shut, but lo the thing's inside and can you guess his shape? Where he's kept or what's the counter of his face? Is he a weaver, bloody shuttle shot through a time warp, a carder of souls from the world's nap? Or a hunter with hounds or do bone horses draw his dead cart through the streets and does he call his trade to each? Dear friend he is not to be dwelt upon for it is by just such wise that he's invited in Cormac McCarthy horse wise night Creative work is often driven by pain. It may be that if you don't have something in the back of your head driving you nuts, you may not do anything. It's not a good arrangement. If I were God, I wouldn't have done it that way. Cormac McCarthy pain nuts writing
