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It is supposed to true that those who do not know history are condemned to repeat it. I don't believe knowing can save us. What is constant in history is greed and foolishness and love of blood.
Cormac McCarthy
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Cormac McCarthy
Age: 91
Born: 1933
Born: July 20
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Charles McCarthy
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You give up the world line by line. Stoically. And then one day you realize that your courage is farcical. It doesn't mean anything. You've become an accomplice in your own annihilation and there is nothing you can do about it. Everything you do closes a door somewhere ahead of you. And finally there is only one door left.
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Words pale and lose their savor while pain is always new.
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My daddy used to tell me not to chew on somethin that was eatin you.
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In every trade save war men of talent and vigor prosper. In war they die.
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How does a man decide in what order to abandon his life?
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I got what I needed instead of what I wanted and that's just about the best kind of luck you can have.
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They spoke less and less between them until at last they were silent altogether as is often the way with travelers approaching the end of a journey.
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Then they set out along the blacktop in the gunmetal light, shuffling through the ash, each the other's world entire.
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He had divested himself of the little cloaked godlet and his other amulets in a place where they would not be found in his lifetime and he'd taken for talisman the simple human heart within him.
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You are either born a writer or you are not.
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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.
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Do you have any notion of how goddamned crazy you are?
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Life is a memory, and then it is nothing.
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If people knew the story of their lives, how many would then elect to live them?
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I'd rather to make a good run as a bad stand.
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Just take me with you. Please. I cant. Please, Papa. I cant. I cant hold my son dead in my arms. I thought I could but I cant.
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You keep runnin that mouth and I'm goin to take you back there and screw you.
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War is the ultimate game because war is at last a forcing of the unity of existence. War is god.
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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.
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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.
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