Cormac McCarthy


Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.

War was always here. Before man was, war waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner.

The voice of the Almighty speaks most profoundly in such things as lives in silence themselves.

Sorry ways and sorry people and heavensent grief and heartache to make you pine for your death.

You think when you wake up in the mornin yesterday dont count. But yesterday is all that does count. What else is there? Your life is made out of the days it's made out of. Nothin else.