If much in the world were mystery the limits of that world were not, for it was without measure or bound and there were contained within it creatures more horrible yet and men of other colors and beings which no man has looked upon and yet not alien none of it more than were their own hearts alien in them, whatever wilderness contained there and whatever beasts.
Cormac McCarthyMy daddy always told me to just do the best you knew how and tell the truth. He said there was nothin to set a manโs mind at ease like wakin up in the morning and not havin to decide who you were. And if you done somethin wrong just stand up and say you done it and say youโre sorry and get on with it. Donโt haul stuff around with you.
Cormac McCarthyAll progressions from a higher to a lower order are marked by ruins and mystery and a residue of nameless rage.
Cormac McCarthy