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Lastly he looked at the face so caved and drawn among the folds of funeral cloth, the yellowed moustache, the eyelids paper thin. That was not sleeping. That was not sleeping.
- Cormac McCarthy
In the spring or warmer weather when the snow thaws in the woods the tracks of winter reappear on slender pedestals and the snow reveals in palimpsest old buried wanderings, struggles, scenes of death. Tales of winter brought to light again like time turned back upon itself. Ballard
- Cormac McCarthy
The mother dead these fourteen years did incubate in her own bosom the creature who would carry her off.
- Cormac McCarthy
And the dreams so rich in color. How else would death call you?
- Cormac McCarthy
Each leaf he passed he'd never pass again. They rode over his face like veils, already some yellow, their veins like slender bones where the sun shone through them. He had resolved himself to ride on for he could not turn back and the world that day was as lovely as any day that ever was and he was riding to his death.
- Cormac McCarthy
He thought perhaps if he dreamt of him enough he'd go away forever and be dead among his kind
- Cormac McCarthy
This night, thy soul may be required of thee.
- Cormac McCarthy
Listen Sut. We're painted into a corner anyways. I mean what if we was to just call up and say he died? I mean hell fire, you caint fool them guys. Them guys is doctors. They take one look at him and know for a fact he's been dead six months. How does it smell in there? It smells fuckin awful.
- Cormac McCarthy
It was the nature of his profession that his experience with death should be greater than for most and he said that while it was true that time heals bereavement it does so only at the cost of the slow extinction of those loved ones from the heart's memory which is the sole place of their abode then or now. Faces fade, voices dim. Seize them back, whispered the sepulturero. Speak with them. Call their names. Do this and do not let sorrow die for it is the sweetening of every gift
- Cormac McCarthy
Those whom life does not cure death will. The world is quite ruthless in selecting between the dream and the reality, even where we will not.
- Cormac McCarthy
He was sat as before save headless, drenched in blood, the cigarillo still between his fingers, leaning toward the dark and smoking grotto in the flames where his life had gone. Glanton rose. The men moved away. No one spoke. When they set out in the dawn the headless man was sitting like a murdered anchorite discalced in ashes and sark. Someone had taken his gun but the boots stood where he'd put them.
- Cormac McCarthy
If you carry your past into battle you are riding to your death.
- Cormac McCarthy