They is four things that can destroy the earth, he said. Women, whiskey, money, and niggers.

Cormac McCarthy


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Every day is a lie. But you are dying. That is not a lie.

Cormac McCarthy

Mots clés life death



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He poured the tumbler full. Drink up, he said. The world goes on. We have dancing nightly and this night is no exception. The straight and the winding way are one and now that you are here what do the years count since last we two met together? Men's memories are uncertain and the past that was differs little from the past that was not.

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You have my whole heart. You always did.

Cormac McCarthy

Mots clés love fidelity faithfulness



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The carrion birds sat about the topmost corners of the houses with their wings outstretched in attitudes of exhortation like dark little bishops.

Cormac McCarthy

Mots clés blood-meridian



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Snowflake. You catch the snowflake but when you look in your hand you don’t have it no more. Maybe you see this dechado. But before you see it it is gone. If you want to see it you have to see it on its own ground. If you catch it you lose it. And where it goes there is no coming back from. Not even God can bring it back.

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The incinerate corpses shrunk to the size of a child and propped on the bare springs of the seats. Ten thousand dreams ensepulchred within their crozzled hearts.

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He walked out into the road and stood. The silence. The salitter drying from the earth. The mudstained shapes of flooded cities burned to th waterline. At a crossroads a ground set with dolmen stones where the spoken bones of oracles lay moldering. No sound but the wind. What will you say? A living man spoke these lines? He sharpened a quill with his small pen knife to scribe these things in sloe or lampblack? At some reckonable and entabled moment? He is coming to steal my eyes. To seal my mouth with dirt.

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where all is known, no narrative is possible.

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This is my child, he said. I wash a dead man's brains out of his hair. That is my job.

Cormac McCarthy

Mots clés death child brain job



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