55 Incredible Cormac McCarthy Quotes

55 Incredible Cormac McCarthy Quotes

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Cormac McCarthy was an author and screenwriter from Providence, Rhode Island. All of his works of literature are written in a Gothic and post apocalyptic genres. Some of his most famous books include Child of God, All the Pretty Horses, and No Country for Old Men, all of which have been adapted into feature films. He currently lives in Rhode Island with his wife Jennifer and is 81 years old.

“A man’s at odds to know his mind cause his mind is aught he has to know it with.”

“All the time you spend tryin to get back what’s been took from you there’s more goin out the door. After a while you just try and get a tourniquet on it.”

“Anybody can be a pendejo, said John Grady. That just means asshole.”

“Anything that doesn’t take years of your life and drive you to suicide hardly seems worth doing.”

“Because he is a special kind of keeper. A suzerain rules even where there are other rulers. His authority countermands local judgments. —The judge.”

“Billy asked him if such men as had stole his eyes were only products of the war but the blind man said that since war itself was their very doing that could hardly be the case.”

“Don’t flang him off the bluff, boys. Tain’t christian.”

“Drink up, he said. Drink up. This night thy soul may be required of thee. —The judge.”

“Each man is the bard of his own existence.”

“Even the damned in hell have the community of their suffering.”

“Ever step you take is forever.”

“He can neither read nor write and in him already there broods a taste for mindless violence. All history present in that visage, the child the father of the man.”

“He lay listening to the horse crop the grass at his stakerope and he listened to the wind in the emptiness and watched stars trace the arc of the hemisphere and die in the darkness at the
edge of the world as he lay there the agony in his heart was like a stake. He imagined the pain of the world to be like some formless parasitic being seeking out the warmth of human souls
wherein to incubate and he thought he knew what made one liable to its visitations. What he had not known was that it was mindless and so had no way to know the limits of those souls and
what he feared was that there might be no limits.”

“He reached down and tapped Suttree’s knee with his forefinger. You, my good buddy, are a fourteen carat gold plated son of a bitch. That’s what your problem is. And that being your problem,
there’s not a whole lot of people in sympathy with you. Or with your problem.”

“He stood at the window of the empty cafe and watched the activities in the square and he said that it was good that God kept the truths of life from the young as they were starting out or
else they’d have no heart to start at all.”

“He thought the world’s heart beat at some terrible cost and that the world’s pain and its beauty moved in a relationship of diverging equity and that in this headlong deficit the blood of
multitudes might ultimately be exacted for the vision of a single flower.”

“How to prevail over that which you refuse to acknowledge the existence of.”

“I cant back up and start over. But I dont see the point in slobberin over it. And I cant see where it would make me feel better to be able to point a finger at somebody else.”

“I could have been somebody in this world wasn’t for him.”

“I dont see you holdin no aces.”

“I guess you ought to be careful about cussin the dead. I would say at the least there probably ain’t no luck in it.”

“I know your kind, he said. What’s wrong with you is wrong all the way through you.”

“If it ain’t a mess, it’ll do till the mess gets here.”

“If it is life that you feel you are missing I can tell you where to find it. In the law courts, in business, in government. There is nothing occurring in the streets. Nothing but a dumbshow
composed of the helpless and the impotent.”

“If people knew the story of their lives how many would then elect to live them?”

“If you could breathe a breath so strong you could blow out the wolf. Like you blow out the copo. Like you blow out the fire from the candela. The wolf is made the way the world is made. You
cannot touch the world. You cannot hold it in your hand for it is made of breath only.”

“I’m not interested in writing short stories. Anything that doesn’t take years of your life and drive you to suicide hardly seems worth doing.”

“In the long arcade of the bus station footfalls come back like laughter. He marches darkly toward his darkly marching shape in the glass of the depot door. His fetch come up from life’s
other side like an autoscopic hallucination, Suttree and Antisuttree, hand reaching to the hand.”

“It had already occurred to him that he would probably never be safe again in his life and he wondered if that was something that you got used to. And if you did?”

“It is not my experience that life’s difficulties make people more charitable.”

“It’s like a lot of things, said the smith. Do the least part of it wrong and ye’d just as well to do it all wrong. ”

“Ive seen the meanness of humans till I dont know why God aint put out the sun and gone away.”

“Last words are only words.”

“Notions of chance and fate are the preoccupations of men engaged in rash undertakings.”

“Only now is the child finally divested of all that he has been. His origins are become remote as is his destiny and not again in all the world’s turning will there be terrains so wild and
barbarous to try whether the stuff of creation may be shaped to man’s will or whether his own heart is not another kind of clay.”

“Our waking life’s desire to shape the world to our convenience invites all manner of paradox and difficulty.”

“Somewhere in the world is the most invincible man. Just as somewhere is the most vulnerable.”

“The arc of circling bodies is determined by the length of their tether, said the judge. Moons, coins, men. His hands moved as if he were pulling something from one fist in a series of
elongations. Watch the coin, Davey, he said.”

“The freedom of birds is an insult to me. I’d have them all in zoos. —The judge.”

“The man smiled at him a sly smile. As if they knew a secret between them, these two. Something of age and youth and their claims and the justice of those claims. And of their claims upon
them. The world past, the world to come. Their common transciencies. Above all a knowing deep in the bone that beauty and loss are one.”

“The man who believes that the secrets of the world are forever hidden lives in mystery and fear. Superstition will drag him down. The rain will erode the deeds of his life. But that man who
sets himself the task of singling out the thread of order from the tapestry will by the decision alone have taken charge of the world and it is only by such taking charge that he will effect
a way to dictate the terms of his own fate.”

“The martyr who longs for the flames can be no right candidate for them.”

“There are no absolutes in human misery and things can always get worse.”

“There is no description of a fool, he said, that you fail to satisfy.”

“There’s no such thing as life without bloodshed. I think the notion that the species can be improved in some way, that everyone could live in harmony, is a really dangerous idea. Those who
are afflicted with this notion are the first ones to give up their souls, their freedom. Your desire that it be that way will enslave you and make your life vacuous.”

“They say death comes like a thief in the night, where is he? I’ll hug his neck.”

“To know what will come is the same as to make it so.”

“What family has no mariner in its tree? No fool, no felon. No fisherman.”

“What joins men together, he said, is not the sharing of bread but the sharing of enemies.”

“When the lambs is lost in the mountain, he said. They is cry. Sometime come the mother. Sometime the wolf.”

“Where hunters and woodcutters once slept in their boots by the dying light of their thousand fires and went on, old teutonic forebears with eyes incandesced by the visionary light of a
massive rapacity, wave on wave of the violent and the insane, their brains stoked with spoorless analogues of all that was, lean aryans with their abrogate semitic chapbook reenacting the
dramas and parables therein and mindless and pale with a longing that nothing save dark’s total restitution could appease.”

“Where is yesterday? … And where is the fiddler and where is the dance?”

“Word gets around when the circus comes to town, dont it?”

“You do not know what things you set in motion, he said. No man can know. No prophet foresee. The consequences of an act are often quite different from what one would guess. You must be sure
that the intention in your heart is large enough to contain all wrong turnings, all disappointments. Do you see? Not everything has such value.”