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I always thought when I got older that God would sort of come into my life in some way. He didn't. I don't blame him. If I was him I'd have the same opinion about me that he does.
Cormac McCarthy
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Cormac McCarthy
Age: 91
Born: 1933
Born: July 20
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She looked up at him and her face was pale and austere in the uplight and her eyes lost in their darkly shadowed hollows save only for the glint of them and he could see her throat move in the light and he saw in her face and in her figure something he'd not seen before and the name of that thing was sorrow.
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For even if you should have stood your ground, he said, yet what ground was it?
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On this road there are no godspoke men. They are gone and I am left and they have taken with them the world.
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