You go back home and everything you wished was different is still the same and everything you wished was the same is different.
Cormac McCarthyHe sat a long time and he thought about his life and how little of it he could ever have foreseen and he wondered for all his will and all his intent how much of it was his doing.
Cormac McCarthyThe carrion birds sat about the topmost corners of the houses with their wings outstretched in attitudes of exhortation like dark little bishops.
Cormac McCarthy