Cormac McCarthy Quotes

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  • 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 (2010). “No Country for Old Men”, p.168, Pan Macmillan
  • In history there are no control groups. There is no one to tell us what might have been. We weep over the might have been, but there is no might have been. There never was. It is supposed to be true that those who do not know history are condemned to repeat it. I don't believe knowing can save us. What is constant in history is greed and foolishness and a love of blood and this is a thing that even God--who knows all that can be known--seems powerless to change.

    Cormac McCarthy (2013). “The Border Trilogy”, p.227, Pan Macmillan
  • And perhaps beyond those shrouded swells another man did walk with another child on the dead gray sands. Slept but a sea apart on another beach among the bitter ashes of the world or stood in their rags lost to the same indifferent sun.

    Cormac McCarthy (2010). “The Road”, p.234, Pan Macmillan
  • What deity in the realms of dementia, what rabid god decocted out of the smoking lobes of hydrophobia could have devised a keeping place for souls so poor as is this flesh. This mawky worm-bent tabernacle.

    Cormac McCarthy (2010). “Suttree”, p.156, Pan Macmillan
  • War was always here. Before man was, war waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner.

    Cormac McCarthy (2015). “Blood Meridian: Picador Classic”, p.262, Pan Macmillan
  • A man's at odds to know his mind cause his mind is aught he has to know it with. He can know his heart, but he dont want to. Rightly so. Best not to look in there. It aint the heart of a creature that is bound in the way that God has set for it. You can find meanness in the least of creatures, but when God made man the devil was at his elbow. A creature that can do anything. Make a machine. And a machine to make the machine. And evil that can run itself a thousand years, no need to tend it.

    "Blood Meridian or the Evening Redness in the West". Book by Cormac McCarthy, Chapter II, 1985.
  • It just bothered me that you might think I'm somethin special. I aint.

  • Men speak of blind destiny, a thing without scheme or purpose. But what sort of destiny is that? Each act in this world from which there can be no turning back has before it another, and it another yet. In a vast endless net. Men imagine that the choices before them are theirs to make. But we are free to act only upon what is given. Choice is lost in the maze of generations and each act in the maze is itself an enslavement for it voids every alternative and binds one ever more tightly into the constraints that make a life.

    Cormac McCarthy (2013). “The Border Trilogy: Picador Classic”, p.863, Pan Macmillan
  • War is the ultimate game because war is at last a forcing of the unity of existence. War is god.

    Cormac McCarthy (2015). “Blood Meridian: Picador Classic”, p.263, Pan Macmillan
  • In the end we all come to be cured of our sentiments.

    Cormac McCarthy (2012). “All the Pretty Horses”, p.244, Pan Macmillan
  • They lay listening. Can you do it? When the time comes? When the time comes there will be no time. Now is the time. Curse God and die. What if it doesn't fire? It has to fire. What if it doesn't fire? Could you crush that beloved skull with a rock? Is there such a being within you of which you know nothing? Can there be? Hold him in your arms. Just so. The soul is quick. Pull him toward you. Kiss him. Quickly.

  • They came upon themselves in a mirror and he almost raised the pistol. It's us, Papa, the boy whispered. It's us.

    Cormac McCarthy (2007). “The Road”, p.111, Vintage
  • But there are no absolutes in human misery and things can always get worse

    Cormac McCarthy (2010). “Suttree”, p.448, Pan Macmillan
  • 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 (2010). “The Road film tie-in”, p.9, Pan Macmillan
  • He said that whether a man's life was writ in a book someplace or whether it took its form day by day was one and the same for it had but one reality and that was the living of it.

    Cormac McCarthy (2013). “The Border Trilogy”, p.637, Pan Macmillan
  • Even the damned in hell have the community of their suffering.

    Cormac McCarthy (2010). “Suttree”, p.559, Pan Macmillan
  • The road has its own reasons and no two travelers will have the same understanding of those reasons. If indeed they come to an understanding of them at all.

    Cormac McCarthy (2010). “The Crossing: Book 2 of The Border Trilogy”, p.230, Vintage
  • In his dream she was sick and he cared for her. The dream bore the look of sacrifice but he thought differently. He did not take care of her and she died alone somewhere in the dark and there is no other dream nor other waking world and there is no other tale to tell.

    Cormac McCarthy (2007). “The Road”, p.27, Vintage
  • I felt early on I wasn't going to be a respectable citizen.

  • He thought that in the history of the world it might even be that there was more punishment than crime but he took small comfort from it.

    Cormac McCarthy (2010). “The Road film tie-in”, p.33, Pan Macmillan
  • Scared money can’t win and a worried man can’t love.

  • Each memory recalled must do some violence to its origins.

    Cormac McCarthy (2010). “The Road film tie-in”, p.139, Pan Macmillan
  • Easy to see that naught save sorrow could bring a man to such a view of things. And yet a sorrow for which there can be no help is no sorrow. It is some dark sister traveling in sorrow's clothing. Men do not turn from God so easily you see. Not so easily. Deep in each man is the knowledge that something knows of his existence. Something knows, and cannot be fled nor hid from. To imagine otherwise is to imagine the unspeakable. It was never that this man ceased to believe in God. No. It was rather that he came to believe terrible things of Him.

    Cormac McCarthy (2013). “The Border Trilogy”, p.424, Pan Macmillan
  • And in the dream I knew that he was goin on ahead and that he was fixin to make a fire somewhere out there in all that dark and all that cold and I knew that whenever I got there he would be there. And then I woke up.

  • Our enemies ... seem always with us. The greater our hatred the more persistent the memory of them so that a truly terrible enemy becomes deathless. So that the man who has done you great injury or injustice makes himself a guest in your house forever. Perhaps only forgiveness can dislodge him.

    Cormac McCarthy (2013). “The Border Trilogy: Picador Classic”, p.861, Pan Macmillan
  • In the spring or warmer weather when the snow thaws in the woods the tracks of winter reappear on slender pedestals and the snow reveals in palimpsest old buried wanderings, struggles, scenes of death. Tales of winter brought to light again like time turned back upon itself.

    Cormac McCarthy (2010). “Child of God”, p.138, Vintage
  • It was the nature of his profession that his experience with death should be greater than for most and he said that while it was true that time heals bereavement it does so only at the cost of the slow extinction of those loved ones from the heart's memory which is the sole place of their abode then or now. Faces fade, voices dim. Seize them back, whispered the sepulturero. Speak with them. Call their names. Do this and do not let sorrow die for it is the sweetening of every gift.

    Cormac McCarthy (2010). “The Crossing”, p.296, Pan Macmillan
  • From daydreams on the road there was no waking. He plodded on. He could remember everything of her save her scent. Seated in a theatre with her beside him leaning forward listening to the music. Gold scrollwork and sconces and the tall columnar folds of the drapes at either side of the stage. She held his hand in her lap and he could feel the tops of her stockings through the thin stuff of her summer dress. Freeze this frame. Now call down your dark and your cold and be damned.

    Cormac McCarthy (2007). “The Road”, p.16, Vintage
  • Doomed enterprises divide lives forever into the then and now

    Cormac McCarthy (2013). “The Border Trilogy”, p.407, Pan Macmillan
  • In dreams we stand in this great democracy of the possible and there we are right pilgrims indeed. There we go forth to meet what we shall meet.

    Cormac McCarthy (2010). “Cities of the Plain”, p.285, Pan Macmillan
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