You never know what worse luck your bad luck has saved you from. Cormac McCarthy More Quotes by Cormac McCarthy More Quotes From Cormac McCarthy Suppose you were the last one left? Suppose you did that to yourself? Cormac McCarthy left lasts We think we are the victims of time. In reality, the way of the world isn't fixed anywhere. How could that be possible? We are our own journey. And therefore we are time as well. We are the same. Fugitive. Inscrutable. Ruthless. Cormac McCarthy journey reality thinking If you break little promises, you'll break big ones. Cormac McCarthy break littles promise If you dont respect me what must you think of yourself? Cormac McCarthy respect-me ifs thinking They rode like men invested with a purpose whose origins were antecedent to them, like blood legatees of an order both imperative and remote. For although each man among them was discrete unto himself, conjoined they made a thing that had not been before and in that communal soul were wastes hardly reckonable more than those whited regions on old maps where monsters do live and where there is nothing other of the known world save conjectural winds. Cormac McCarthy men order blood Each memory recalled must do some violence to its origins. Cormac McCarthy violence memories The jagged mountains were pure blue in the dawn and everywhere birds twittered and the sun when it rose caught the moon in the west so that they lay opposed to each other across the earth, the sun whitehot and the moon a pale replica, as if they were the ends of a common bore beyond whose terminals burned worlds past all reckoning. Cormac McCarthy moon blue past 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 horse dark night It starts when you begin to overlook good manners. Any time you quit hearing Sir and Mam the end is pretty much in sight. Cormac McCarthy quitting hearing sight There was someone there and they had been there. There was no one there. There was someone there and they had been there and they had not left but there was no one there. Cormac McCarthy left He lay on his back in his blankets and looked our where the quartermoon lay cocked over the heel of the mountains. In the false blue dawn the Pleiades seemed to be rising up into the darkness above the world and dragging all the stars away, the great diamond of Orion and Cepella and the signature of Cassiopeia all rising up through the phosphorous dark like a sea-net. He lay a long time listening to the others breathing in their sleep while he contemplated the wildness about him, the wildness within. Cormac McCarthy stars dark sleep The societies to which I have been exposed seemed to me largely machines for the suppression of women. Cormac McCarthy suppression women machines Finally he said that if men drink the blood of God yet they do not understand the seriousness of what they do. He said that men wish to be serious but they do not understand how to be so. Between their acts and their ceremonies lies the world and in this world the storms blow and the trees twist in the wind and all the animals that God has made go to and fro yet this world men do not see. They see the acts of their own hands or they see that which they name and call out to one another but the world between is invisible to them Cormac McCarthy animal men lying Maybe. Anyway, some men get what they want. No man. Or perhaps only briefly so as to lose it. Or perhaps only to prove to the dreamer that the world of his longing made real is no longer that world at all. Cormac McCarthy dreamer real men Goodness will find the little boy. It always has. It will again. Cormac McCarthy goodness littles boys Probably I dont believe in a lot of things that I used to believe in but that doesnt mean I dont believe in anything. Cormac McCarthy used mean believe You keep runnin that mouth and I'm goin to take you back there and screw you. Cormac McCarthy screw-you mouths sex He saw very clearly how all his life led only to this moment and all after led to nowhere at all. He felt something cold and soulless enter him like another being and he imagined that it smiled malignly and he had no reason to believe that it would ever leave. Cormac McCarthy cold saws believe The passing of armies and the passing of sands in the desert are one. Cormac McCarthy sand desert army I dont know what I ever done, she said. I truly dont. Chigurh nodded. Probably you do, he said. There's a reason for everything. She shook her head. How many times I've said them very words. I wont again. Cormac McCarthy done reason said
