Cormac McCarthy (born Charles McCarthy; July 20, 1933) is an American novelist, playwright, and screenwriter. He has written ten novels, spanning the Southern Gothic, Western, and post-apocalyptic genres.
Ive seen the meanness of humans till I dont know why God aint put out the sun and gone away.
I look for the words, Professor. I look for the words because I believe that the words is the way to your heart.
I think that when the lies are all told and forgot the truth will be there yet. It dont move about from place to place and it dont change from time to time. You cant corrupt it any more than you can salt salt.
War was always here. Before man was, war waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner.
You give up the world line by line. Stoically. And then one day you realize that your courage is farcical. It doesn't mean anything. You've become an accomplice in your own annihilation and there is nothing you can do about it. Everything you do closes a door somewhere ahead of you. And finally there is only one door left.
We're carrying the fire.
It's the tide. It's the dismal tide. It's not the one thing.
My daddy used to tell me not to chew on something that was eatin you.
I remember in grammar school the teacher asked if anyone had any hobbies. I was the only one with any hobbies and I had every hobby there was. . . name anything, no matter how esoteric. I could have given everyone a hobby and still had 40 or 50 to take home.
Between the wish and the thing the world lies waiting.
This country will kill you in a heartbeat and still people love it.
Even if what you're working on doesn't go anywhere, it will help you with the next thing you're doing. Make yourself available for something to happen. Give it a shot.
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.
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.
The priest therefore saw what the anchorite could not. That God needs no witness. Neither to himself nor against. The truth is rather that if there were no God then there could be no witness for there could be no identity to the world but only each man's opinion of it. The priest saw that there is no man who is elect because there is no man who is not. To God every man is a heretic.
The freedom of birds is an insult to me.
Listen to me, he said, when your dreams are of some world that never was or some world that never will be, and you're happy again, then you'll have given up. Do you understand? And you can't give up, I won't let you.
When the lambs is lost in the mountain, he said. They is cry. Sometime come the mother. Sometime the wolf.
If people knew the story of their lives, how many would then elect to live them?
How does a man decide in what order to abandon his life?