Just remember that the things you put into your head are there forever, he said. You might want to think about that. You forget some things, dont you? Yes. You forget what you want to remember and you remember what you want to forget.
Cormac McCarthyHard weather, says the old man. So let it be. Wrap me in the weathers of the earth, I will be hard and hard. My face will wash rain like the stones.
Cormac McCarthyI guess you ought to be careful about cussin the dead. I would say at the least there probably ain't no luck in it.
Cormac McCarthyThe nights were blinding cold and casket black and the long reach of the morning had a terrible silence to it.
Cormac McCarthy