Men are made of the dust of the earth.
~ Cormac McCarthy
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Men are made of the dust of the earth.
~ 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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War is the ultimate game because war is at last a forcing of the unity of existence. War is god.
~ Cormac McCarthy
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Our waking life’s desire to shape the world to our convenience invites all manner of paradox and difficulty.
~ Cormac McCarthy
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The martyr who longs for the flames can be no right candidate for them.
~ Cormac McCarthy
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All progressions from a higher to a lower order are marked by ruins and mystery and a residue of nameless rage.
~ 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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We think we are the victims of time. In reality, the way of the world isn’t fixed anywhere. How could that be possible? We are our own journey. And therefore we are time as well.
~ Cormac McCarthy
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