Quotes from Cormac McCarthy

And it may be a superstition with us that if we will just give up those things we are fond of then the world will not take from us what we truly love. Which of course is a folly. The world knows what you love.

Things separate from their stories have no meaning. They are only shapes of a certain size and color. A certain weight. When their meaning has become lost to us they no longer have even a name.

The moon was already a quarter ways up. All but day bright. He felt like something in a jar.

He heard the fireman clank shut the door and leave and he poured the coffee and stirred in milk from a can and sipped and blew and read of wildness and violence across the cup's rim. As it was then, is now and ever shall.

I gave up apologizing for myself a long time ago. What should I say? That I'm sorry to be that which I am?

Those whom life does not cure death will. The world is quite ruthless in selecting between the dream and the reality, even where we will not.

He was sat as before save headless, drenched in blood, the cigarillo still between his fingers, leaning toward the dark and smoking grotto in the flames where his life had gone. Glanton rose. The men moved away. No one spoke. When they set out in the dawn the headless man was sitting like a murdered anchorite discalced in ashes and sark. Someone had taken his gun but the boots stood where he'd put them.

All courage was a form of constancy. It was always himself that the coward abandoned first. After this all other betrayals came easily.

The laws of mathematics supposedly derive from the rules of logic. But there is no argument for the rules of logic that does not presuppose them.

He keeps from off the king's road for fear of citizenry.

Where do we go when we die? he said. I dont know, the man said. Where are we now?

There's a lot of things look better at a distance