Cormac McCarthy Quotes

“Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it.”

“By day the banished sun circles the earth like a grieving mother with a lamp.”

“Can you do it? When the time comes? When the time comes there will be no time. Now is the time. Curse God and die.”

“He knew only that his child was his warrant. He said: If he is not the word of God God never spoke.”

“He walked out in the gray light and stood and he saw for a brief moment the absolute truth of the world. The cold relentless circling of the intestate earth. Darkness implacable.

The blind dogs of the sun in their running. The crushing black vacuum of the universe. And somewhere two hunted animals trembling like ground-foxes in their cover.

Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it.”

“If only my heart were stone.”

“If trouble comes when you least expect it then maybe the thing to do is to always expect it.”

“If you break little promises, you'll break big ones.”

“Just remember that the things you put into your head are there forever, he said. You might want to think about that.

You forget some things, dont you? Yes. You forget what you want to remember and you remember what you want to forget.”

“Keep a little fire burning; however small, however hidden.”

“Listen to me, he said, when your dreams are of some world that never was or some world that never will be, and you're happy again, then you'll have given up. Do you understand? And you can't give up, I won't let you.”

“No lists of things to be done. The day providential to itself. The hour. There is no later. This is later. All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one's heart have a common provenance in pain. Their birth in grief and ashes.”

“Nobody wants to be here and nobody wants to leave.”

“Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow.

They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes.

Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery.”

“Perhaps in the world's destruction it would be possible at last to see how it was made. Oceans, mountains. The ponderous counterspectacle of things ceasing to be. The sweeping waste, hydroptic and coldly secular. The silence.”

“Query: How does the never to be differ from what never was?”

“The frailty of everything revealed at last. Old and troubling issues resolved into nothingness and night. The last instance of a thing takes the class with it. Turns out the light and is gone. Look around you. Ever is a long time. But the boy knew what he knew. That ever is no time at all.”

“Then they set out along the blacktop in the gunmetal light, shuffling through the ash, each the other's world entire.”

“There is no God and we are his prophets.”

“What would you do if I died?
- If you died I would want to die too.
So you could be with me?
- Yes. So I could be with you.
Okay.”

“What's the bravest thing you ever did?

He spat in the road a bloody phlegm.

Getting up this morning, he said.”

“When one has nothing left make ceremonies out of the air and breathe upon them.”

“When you die it's the same as if everybody else did too.”

“Where men can't live gods fare no better.”

“You forget what you want to remember, and you remember what you want to forget.”

“You have my whole heart. You always did.”

“You have to carry the fire.
- I don't know how to.
Yes, you do.
- Is the fire real? The fire?
Yes it is.
- Where is it? I don't know where it is.
Yes you do. It's inside you.
It always was there. I can see it.”