The martyr who longs for the flames can be no right candidate for them.
~ 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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Notions of chance and fate are the preoccupations of men engaged in rash undertakings.
~ Cormac McCarthy

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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.
~ 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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How surely are the dead beyond death. Death is what the living carry with them. A state of dread, like some uncanny foretaste of a bitter memory. But the dead do not remember and nothingness is not a curse. Far from it.
~ Cormac McCarthy

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I don’t think goodness is something that you learn. If you’re left adrift in the world to learn goodness from it, you would be in trouble.
~ 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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