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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.
Cormac McCarthy
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Word gets around when the circus comes to town, dont it?
Cormac McCarthy
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Notions of chance and fate are the preoccupations of men engaged in rash undertakings.
Cormac McCarthy
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The road has its own reasons and no two travelers will have the same understanding of those reasons. If indeed they come to an understanding of them at all.
Cormac McCarthy
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Whatever exists, he the judge said. Whatever in creation exists without my knowledge exists without my consent.
Cormac McCarthy
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If the rule you followed brought you to this, of what use was the rule?
Cormac McCarthy
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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.
Cormac McCarthy
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There is no such joy in the tavern as upon the road thereto.
Cormac McCarthy
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The survivors lay quietly in that cratered void and watched the whitehot stars go rifling down the dark. Or slept with their alien hearts beating in the sand like pilgrims exhausted upon the face of the planet Anareta, clutched to a namelessness wheeling in the night.
Cormac McCarthy
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I think the truth is always simple. It has pretty much got to be. It needs to be simple enough for a child to understand. Otherwise it'd be too late. By the time you figured it out it would be too late.
Cormac McCarthy
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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.
Cormac McCarthy
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What discordant vespers do the tinker's goods chime through the long twilight and over the brindled forest road, him stooped and hounded through the windy recrements of the day like those old exiles who divorced of corporeality and enjoined ingress of heaven or hell wander forever the middle warrens spoorless increate and anathema.
Cormac McCarthy
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Because he is a special kind of keeper. A suzerain rules even where there are other rulers. His authority countermands local judgments. - The judge.
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Whatever voice spoke to him was no demon but some old shed self that came yet from time to time in the name of sanity, a hand to gentle him back from the rim of his disastrous wrath. (p.149)
Cormac McCarthy
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Do you know what happens with people who cannot govern themselves? That's right. Others come in to govern for them
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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.
Cormac McCarthy
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...and he is as eitherhanded as a spider,...
Cormac McCarthy
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What have you got that a man could drink with just a minimum risk of blindness and death.
Cormac McCarthy
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I don't aim to quit while I'm ahead. I just aim to quit.
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His among the clouded faces seemed unperturbed. He looked over the Americans, their gear. In truth, they did not look like men who might have whiskey they hadn't drunk.
Cormac McCarthy
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I've seen the meanness of humans till I dont know why God aint put out the sun and gone away.
Cormac McCarthy
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You never know what worse luck your bad luck has saved you from.
Cormac McCarthy
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It is not my experience that life’s difficulties make people more charitable.
Cormac McCarthy
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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?
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