He lay listening to the water drip in the woods. Bedrock, this. The cold and the silence. The ashes of the late world carried on the bleak and temporal winds to and fro in the void. Carried forth and scattered and carried forth again. Everything uncoupled from its shoring. Unsupported in the ashen air. Sustained by a breath, trembling and brief. If only my heart were stone.
Cormac McCarthyThere is but one world and everything that is imaginable is necessary to it. For this world also which seems to us a thing of stone and flower and blood is not a thing at all but is a tale. And all in it is a tale and each tale the sum of all lesser tales and yet these are also the selfsame tale and contain as well all else within them. So everything is necessary. Every least thing. This is the hard lesson. Nothing can be dispensed with. Nothing despised. Because the seams are hid from us, you see. The joinery. The way in which the world is made. We have no way to know what could be taken away. What omitted. We have no way to tell what might stand and what might fall. And those seams that are hid from us are of course in the tale itself and the tale has no abode or place of beind except in the telling only and there it lives and makes its home and therefore we can never be done with the telling. Of the telling there is no end. And . . . in whatever . . . place by whatever . . . name or by no name at all . . . all tales are one. Rightly heard all tales are one.
Cormac McCarthyStichwörter: imagination world story ecology tale
If a dream can tell the future it can also thwart that future. For God will not permit that we shall know what is to come. He is bound to no one that the world unfold just so upon its course and those who by some sorcery or by some dream might come to pierce the veil that lies so darkly over all that is before them may serve by just that vision to cause that God should wrench the world from its heading and set it upon another course altogether and then where stands the sorcerer? Where the dreamer and his dream?
Cormac McCarthyStichwörter: fate dreams prophecy predestination sorcery
What's the bravest thing you ever did?
He spat in the road a bloody phlegm. Getting up this morning, he said.
Stichwörter: bravery perseverance
He didn't say a lot so I tend to
remember what he did say. And I don't remember that he had a lot of patience with havin to say things twice so I learned to listen the first time.
Stichwörter: dad
Best way to live in California is to be from somewheres else.
Cormac McCarthyStichwörter: home strangers california settling foreigners
Somewhere in the world is the most invincible man. Just as somewhere is the most vulnerable.
Cormac McCarthyI have no enemies. I dont permit such a thing.
Cormac McCarthyStichwörter: enemies
I think by the time you're grown you're as happy as you're goin to be. You'll have good times and bad times, but in the end you'll be about as happy as you was before. Or as unhappy. I've knowed people that just never did get the hang of it.
Stichwörter: happiness unhappiness
You never know what worse luck your bad luck has saved you from.
Cormac McCarthyStichwörter: luck
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