Quote

Your god must once have stood at a dawn of infinite possibilities, and this is what he's made of it. You tell me that I want God's love? I don't. Perhaps I want forgiveness, but there's no-one to ask it of. And there's no going back, there's no setting things right, there's only the hope of nothingness.

Cormac McCarthy

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Cormac McCarthy
Age: 91
Born: 1933
Born: July 20
Novelist
Playwright
Science Fiction Writer
Screenwriter
Writer
Providence
Rhode Island
Charles McCarthy
Love
Hope
Possibilities
Tell
Dawn
Back
Forgiveness
Right
Setting
Must
Infinite
Going
Possibility
Nothingness
Made
Perhaps
Stood
Things
Asks
Settings

More quotes by Cormac McCarthy

Image
There's a difference between quittin and knowin when you're beat.
Cormac McCarthy
Image
You go back home and everything you wished was different is still the same and everything you wished was the same is different.
Cormac McCarthy
Image
I'd rather to make a good run as a bad stand.
Cormac McCarthy
Image
Dying ain't in people's plans, is it?
Cormac McCarthy
Image
But I didn't know what to say to him. What do you say to a man that by his own admission has no soul? Why would you say anything?
Cormac McCarthy
Image
How would you know if you were the last man on Earth? He said. I don't guess you would know it. You'd just be it. Nobody would know it. It wouldn't make any difference. When you die it's the same as if everybody else died too.
Cormac McCarthy
Image
Looking over the country with those sunken eyes as if the world out there had been altered or made suspect by what he'd seen of it elsewhere. As if he might never see it right again. Or worse did see it right at last. See it as it had always been, would forever be.
Cormac McCarthy
Image
Creedless shells of men tottering down the causeways like migrants in a feverland.
Cormac McCarthy
Image
All the time you spend tryin to get back what's been took from you there's more goin out the door. After a while you just try and get a tourniquet on it.
Cormac McCarthy
Image
You are either born a writer or you are not.
Cormac McCarthy
Image
The blackness he woke to on those nights was sightless and impenetrable. A blackness to hurt your ears with listening. Often he had to get up. No sound but the wind in the trees. He rose and stood tottering in that cold autistic dark with his arms outheld for balance while the vestibular calculations in his skull cranked out their reckonings.
Cormac McCarthy
Image
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.
Cormac McCarthy
Image
For things at a common destination there is a common path. Not always easy to see. But there.
Cormac McCarthy
Image
Do you know what happens with people who cannot govern themselves? That's right. Others come in to govern for them.
Cormac McCarthy
Image
Men believe death's elections to be a thing inscrutable yet every act invites the act which follows and to the extent that men put one foot before the other they are accomplices in their own deaths as in all such facts of destiny.
Cormac McCarthy
Image
The soft black talc blew through the streets like squid ink uncoiling along a sea floor and the cold crept down and the dark came early and the scavengers passing down the steep canyons with their torches trod silky holes in the drifted ash that closed behind them silently as eyes.
Cormac McCarthy
Image
She was gone and the coldness of it was her final gift.
Cormac McCarthy
Image
In history there are no control groups. There is no one to tell us what might have been. We weep over the might have been, but there is no might have been. There never was.
Cormac McCarthy
Image
It looks a lot better from up here than it does down there, dont it? Yes. It does. There's a lot of things look better at a distance. Yeah? I think so. I guess there are. The life you've lived, for one. Yeah. Maybe what of it you aint lived yet, too.
Cormac McCarthy
Image
I dont know what I ever done, she said. I truly dont. Chigurh nodded. Probably you do, he said. There's a reason for everything. She shook her head. How many times I've said them very words. I wont again.
Cormac McCarthy