Notions of chance and fate are the preoccupations of men engaged in rash undertakings.

For me the world has always been more of a puppet show. But when one looks behind the curtain and traces the strings upward he finds they terminate in the hands of yet other puppets, themselves with their own strings which trace upward in turn, and so on. In my own life I saw these strings whose origins were endless enact the deaths of great men in violence and madness. Enact the ruin of a nation.

There was nothin to set a man's mind at ease like wakin up in the morning and not havin to decide who you were.

It's the tide. It's the dismal tide. It's not the one thing.

I dont know what I ever done, she said. I truly dont. Chigurh nodded. Probably you do, he said. There's a reason for everything. She shook her head. How many times I've said them very words. I wont again.

What man is such a coward he would not rather fall once than remain forever tottering?

I guess you ought to be careful about cussin the dead. I would say at the least there probably ain't no luck in it.