What man is such a coward he would not rather fall once than remain forever tottering?
Cormac McCarthyHe'd half meant to speak but those eyes had altered the world forever in the space of a heartbeat.
Cormac McCarthyWhere hunters and woodcutters once slept in their boots by the dying light of their thousand fires and went on, old teutonic forebears with eyes incandesced by the visionary light of a massive rapacity, wave on wave of the violent and the insane, their brains stoked with spoorless analogues of all that was, lean aryans with their abrogate Semitic chapbook reenacting the dramas and parable therein.
Cormac McCarthy