Cormac McCarthy
Cormac McCarthy
Cormac McCarthyis an American novelist, playwright, and screenwriter. He has written ten novels, spanning the Southern Gothic, western, and post-apocalyptic genres. He won the Pulitzer Prize and the James Tait Black Memorial Prize for Fiction for The Road. His 2005 novel No Country for Old Men was adapted as a 2007 film of the same name, which won four Academy Awards, including Best Picture. For All the Pretty Horses, he won both the U.S. National Book Award and National Book...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth20 July 1933
CityProvidence, RI
CountryUnited States of America
The things that I loved were very frail. Very fragile. I didn't know that. I thought they were indestructible. They weren't.
All human love is a faint type of God's; An echoing note from a harmonious whole; A feeble spark from an undying flame; A single drop from an unfathomed sea: But God's is infinite; it fills the earth And heaven, and the broad, trackless realms of space.
The cooler days have brought a wistful mood upon him. The smell of coalsmoke in the air at night. Old times, dead years. For him such memories are bitter ones.
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?
The wrath of God lies sleeping. It was hid a million years before men were and only men have the power to wake it.
The societies to which I have been exposed seemed to me largely machines for the suppression of women.
I guess you ought to be careful about cussin the dead. I would say at the least there probably ain't no luck in it.
The voice of the Almighty speaks most profoundly in such things as lives in silence themselves.
Even the damned in hell have the community of their suffering.
I like what I do. Some writers have said in print that they hated writing and it was just a chore and a burden. I certainly don't feel that way about it. Sometimes it's difficult. You know, you always have this image of the perfect thing which you can never achieve, but which you never stop trying to achieve. But I think ... that's your signpost and your guide. You'll never get there, but without it you won't get anywhere.
It would take a hell of a wife to beat no wife at all.
In every trade save war men of talent and vigor prosper. In war they die.
It is community and respect, of course, but the dead have more claims on you than what you might want to admit or even what you might know about and them claims can be very strong indeed. Very strong indeed.
It was always himself that the coward abandoned first. After this all other betrayals came easily.