My 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 McCarthyI look for the words, Professor. I look for the words because I believe that the words is the way to your heart.
Cormac McCarthyActs have their being in the witness. Without him who can speak of it? In the end one could even say that the act is nothing, the witness all.
Cormac McCarthyThe truth may often be carried about by those who themselves remain all unaware of it. They bear that which has weight and substance and yet for them has no name whereby it may be evoked or called forth. They go about ignorant of the true nature of their condition, such are the wiles of truth and such its stratagems.
Cormac McCarthyOnce there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery.
Cormac McCarthy