The nights were blinding cold and casket black and the long reach of the morning had a terrible silence to it.
Cormac McCarthyThe soft black talc blew through the streets like squid ink uncoiling along a sea floor and the cold crept down and the dark came early and the scavengers passing down the steep canyons with their torches trod silky holes in the drifted ash that closed behind them silently as eyes.
Cormac McCarthyJust remember that the things you put into your head are there forever, he said.
Cormac McCarthyHe sat by a gray window in the gray light in an abandoned house in the late afternoon and read old newspapers while the boy slept. The curious news. The quaint concerns.
Cormac McCarthywhere'd you get that pistol?
At the gettin place
Tags: no-country-for-old-men
If a man's at odds to know his own mind it's because he hasn't got aught but his mind to know it with.
Cormac McCarthyEm que é que o que nunca existirá difere do que nunca existiu?
Cormac McCarthyE se eu te dissesse que ele é um deus?
O velho abanou a cabeça. Já não acredito em nada disso. Deixei de acreditar há anos. Onde os homens não conseguem viver, os deuses não têm melhor sorte. Vais ver. É melhor estar sozinho.
Tags: religion deus god-religião
As pessoas estavam sempre a preparar-se para o futuro. Eu não acreditava nisso. O futuro não se estava a preparar para elas. O futuro nem sabia que elas existiam.
Cormac McCarthyTags: future
He was just hungry, Papa. He's going to die.
He's going to die anyway.
He's so scared, Papa.
The man squatted and looked at him. I'm scared, he said. Do you understand? I'm scared.
The boy didn't answer. He just sat there with his head down, sobbing.
You're not the one who has to worry about everything.
The boy said something but he couldn't understand him. What? He said.
He looked up, his wet and grimy face. Yes I am, he said. I am the one.
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