War was always here. Before man was, war waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner.
Cormac McCarthyIt was always himself that the coward abandoned first. After this all other betrayals came easily.
Cormac McCarthyMen say they only learn this but he said that no creature can learn that which his heart has no shape to hold.
Cormac McCarthyYour heart's desire is to be told some mystery. The mystery is that there is no mystery.
Cormac McCarthyHe looked at a world of incredible loveliness. Old distaff Celt's blood in some back chamber of his brain moved him to discourse with the birches, with the oaks. A cool green fire kept breaking in the woods and he could hear the footsteps of the dead. Everything had fallen from him. He scarce could tell where his being ended or the world began nor did he care. He lay on his back in the gravel, the earth's core sucking his bones, a moment's giddy vertigo with this illusion of falling outward through blue and windy space, over the offside of the planet, hurtling through the high thin cirrus.
Cormac McCarthy