The core of literature is the idea of tragedy... You don't really learn much from the good things that happen to you.
Cormac McCarthyThe blackness he woke to on those nights was sightless and impenetrable. A blackness to hurt your ears with listening. Often he had to get up. No sound but the wind in the trees. He rose and stood tottering in that cold autistic dark with his arms outheld for balance while the vestibular calculations in his skull cranked out their reckonings.
Cormac McCarthyThe closest bonds we will ever know are bonds of grief. The deepest community one of sorrow.
Cormac McCarthyLife is brief and to have to spend every day of it doing what somebody else wants you to do is not the way to live it.
Cormac McCarthyThe flames sawed in the wind and the embers paled and deepened and paled and deepened like the bloodbeat of some living thing eviscerate upon the ground before them and they watched the fire which does contain within it something of men themselves inasmuch as they are less without it and are divided from their origins and are exiles. For each fire is all fires, and the first fire and the last ever to be.
Cormac McCarthy