What would you do if I died? If you died I would want to die too. So you could be with me? Yes. So I could be with you. Okay. Cormac McCarthy More Quotes by Cormac McCarthy More Quotes From Cormac McCarthy He never sleeps, the judge. He is dancing, dancing. He says that he will never die. Cormac McCarthy dancing judging sleep No lists of things to be done. The day providential to itself. The hour. There is no later. This is later. All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one's heart have a common provenance in pain. Their birth in grief and ashes. Cormac McCarthy pain grief heart Maybe it's like Mac says. Ever man winds up with the horse that suits him. Cormac McCarthy horse wind men He thought that in the beauty of the world were hid a secret. He thought that the world’s heart beat at some terrible cost and that the world’s pain and its beauty moved in a relationship of diverging equity and that in this headlong deficit the blood of multitudes might ultimately be exacted for the vision of a single flower. Cormac McCarthy pain flower heart The flames sawed in the wind and the embers paled and deepened and paled and deepened like the bloodbeat of some living thing eviscerate upon the ground before them and they watched the fire which does contain within it something of men themselves inasmuch as they are less without it and are divided from their origins and are exiles. For each fire is all fires, and the first fire and the last ever to be. Cormac McCarthy flames fire men How does a man decide in what order to abandon his life? Cormac McCarthy doe men order The way of the world is to bloom and to flower and die but in the affairs of men there is no waning and the noon of his expression signals the onset of night. His spirit is exhausted at the peak of its achievement. His meridian is at once his darkening and the evening of his day. Cormac McCarthy flower men night I yearn for the darkness. I pray for death. Real death. If I thought that in death I would meet the people I've known in life I don't know what I'd do. That would be the ultimate horror. The ultimate despair. If I had to meet my mother again and start all of that all over, only this time without the prospect of death to look forward to? Well. That would be the final nightmare. Kafka on wheels. Cormac McCarthy real mother people Nothin wounded goes uphill, he said. It just dont happen. Cormac McCarthy wounded happens said When the lambs is lost in the mountain, he said. They is cry. Sometime come the mother. Sometime the wolf. Cormac McCarthy mountain lambs mother I will do what I promised." He whispered. "No matter what. I will not send you into the darkness alone. Cormac McCarthy no-matter-what darkness matter It is personal. That's what an education does. It makes the world personal. Cormac McCarthy doe world Deep in each man is the knowledge that something knows of his existence. Something knows, and cannot be fled nor hid from. Cormac McCarthy existence knows men Acts 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 McCarthy witness speak ends Hard weather, says the old man. So let it be. Wrap me in the weathers of the earth, I will be hard and hard. My face will wash rain like the stones. Cormac McCarthy rain weather men He lay listening to the water drip in the woods. Bedrock, this. The cold and the silence. The ashes of the late world carried on the bleak and temporal winds to and fro in the void. Carried forth and scattered and carried forth again. Everything uncoupled from its shoring. Unsupported in the ashen air. Sustained by a breath, trembling and brief. If only my heart were stone. Cormac McCarthy air heart wind Any time you're throwin dirt you're losin ground. Cormac McCarthy dirt You always pay too much. Particularly for promises. There aint no such thing as a bargain promise. Cormac McCarthy too-much pay promise Notions of chance and fate are the preoccupations of men engaged in rash undertakings. Cormac McCarthy fate chance men It'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 McCarthy knowing-who-you-are starting-over forever
