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 McCarthyThis is my child, he said. I wash a dead man's brains out of his hair. That is my job.
Cormac McCarthyIf a man's at odds to know his own mind it's because he hasn't got aught but his mind to know it with.
Cormac McCarthy