People think they know what they want but they generally don't. Sometimes if they're lucky they'll get it anyways. Cormac McCarthy More Quotes by Cormac McCarthy More Quotes From Cormac McCarthy People complain about the bad things that happen to em that they don't deserve but they seldom mention the good. About what they done to deserve them things. Cormac McCarthy emscomplainingpeople He thought that in the history of the world it might even be that there was more punishment than crime but he took small comfort from it. Cormac McCarthy punishmentcomfortworld Words pale and lose their savor while pain is always new. Cormac McCarthy palelosespain They came upon themselves in a mirror and he almost raised the pistol. It's us, Papa, the boy whispered. It's us. Cormac McCarthy papamirrorsboys If people knew the story of their lives, how many would then elect to live them? Cormac McCarthy ifsstoriespeople He poured the tumbler full. Drink up, he said. The world goes on. We have dancing nightly and this night is no exception. The straight and the winding way are one and now that you are here what do the years count since last we two met together? Men's memories are uncertain and the past that was differs little from the past that was not. Cormac McCarthy nightmemoriespast But I didn't know what to say to him. What do you say to a man that by his own admission has no soul? Why would you say anything? Cormac McCarthy soulsay-anythingmen Well, I guess in all honesty I would have to say that I never knew nor did I ever hear of anybody that money didnt change. Cormac McCarthy wellshonesty It takes very little to govern good people. Very little. And bad people cant be governed at all. Or if they could I never heard of it. Cormac McCarthy heardlittlespeople For me the world has always been more of a puppet show. But when one looks behind the curtain and traces the strings upward he finds they terminate in the hands of yet other puppets, themselves with their own strings which trace upward in turn, and so on. In my own life I saw these strings whose origins were endless enact the deaths of great men in violence and madness. Enact the ruin of a nation. Cormac McCarthy menhandsworld Where men can't live gods fare no better. Cormac McCarthy men Suttree stood among the screaming leaves and called the lightning down. It cracked and boomed about and he pointed out the darkened heart within him and cried for light. If there be any art in the weathers of this earth. Or char these bones to coal. If you can, if you can. A blackened rag in the rain. Cormac McCarthy rainweatherart What he loved in horses was what he loved in men, the blood and the heat of the blood that ran them. All his reverence and all his fondness and all the leanings of his life were for the ardenhearted and they would always be so and never be otherwise. (All the Pretty Horses) Cormac McCarthy horsemenblood The man watched him. Real life is pretty bad? What do you think? Well, I think we're still here. A lot of bad things have happened but we're still here. Yeah. You don't think that's so great. It's okay. Cormac McCarthy realmenthinking And in the dream I knew that he was goin on ahead and that he was fixin to make a fire somewhere out there in all that dark and all that cold and I knew that whenever I got there he would be there. And then I woke up. Cormac McCarthy firedarkdream Finally he said that among men there was no such communion as among horses and the notion that men can be understood at all was probably an illusion. Cormac McCarthy illusionhorsemen Men say they only learn this but he said that no creature can learn that which his heart has no shape to hold. Cormac McCarthy shapesheartmen They sat on a bench and Sproule held his wounded arm to his chest and rocked back and forth and blinked in the sun. What do you want to do? said the kid. Get a drink of water. Other than that. I dont know. You want to try and head back? To Texas? I don't know where else. We'd never make it. Well you say. I aint got no say. He was coughing again. He held his chest with his good hand and sat as if he'd get his breath. What have you got, a cold? I got consumption. Consumption? He nodded. I come out here for my health. Cormac McCarthy texaskidshands This country was filled with violent children orphaned by war. Cormac McCarthy warcountrychildren A goodlookin horse is like a goodlookin woman, he said. They're always more trouble than what they're worth. What a man needs is just one that will get the job done. Cormac McCarthy horsejobsmen
