Cormac McCarthy quotes

" The man sat watching the road, the weedstem twirling in his mouth and the threadthin shadow of it going long and short upon his face like a sundial's hand beneath a sun berserk. " # Adversity # Love # Friends and Friendship

" And as he lay there a far crack of lightning went bluely down the sky and bequeathed him in an embryonic bird's first fissured vision of the world and transpiring instant and outrageous from dark to dark a final view of the grotto and the shapeless white plasm struggling upon the rich and incunabular moss like a lank swamp hare. " # Freedom # Love # Riches

" And she waited again at the front door with it open, poised between the maw of the dead and loveless house and the outer dark like a frail thief. " # Death and Dying # Crime and Criminals # Opportunity

" Now the entire herd had begun to wheel wider and faster along the bluff and the outermost ranks swung centrifugally over the escarpment row on row wailing and squealing and above this the howls and curses of the drovers that now upreared in the moil of flesh they tended and swept with dust had begun to assume satanic looks with their staves and wild eyes as if they were no true swineheards but disciples of darkness got among these charges to herd them to their doom. " # Colleges and Universities # Love # Marriage

" Don't flang him off the bluff, boys. Tain't christian. " # Christians and Christianity

" In the long arcade of the bus station footfalls come back like laughter. He marches darkly toward his darkly marching shape in the glass of the depot door. His fetch come up from life's other side like an autoscopic hallucination, Suttree and Antisuttree, hand reaching to the hand. " # Regret # Laughter # Adversity

" How surely are the dead beyond death. Death is what the living carry with them. A state of dread, like some uncanny foretaste of a bitter memory. But the dead do not remember and nothingness is not a curse. Far from it. " # Death and Dying # Memory # Drugs

" Somewhere in the gray wood by the river is the huntsman and in the brooming corn and in the castellated press of cities. His work lies all wheres and his hounds tire not. I have seen them in a dream, slaverous and wild and their eyes crazed with ravening for souls in this world. Fly them. " # Biography # Love # Cities and City Life

" A man’s at odds to know his mind cause his mind is aught he has to know it with. " # Mind

" La gente dice que el coyote es un brujo. Muchas veces el brujo es un coyote. " # Contentment # Freedom # Power