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
When the shooting starts would you rather be armed or legal?
For even if you should have stood your ground, he said, yet what ground was it?
A dream inside a dream might not be a dream.
He can give me what you cannot. Death is not a lover. Oh yes, he is.
How surely are the dead beyond death. Death is what the living carry with them. A state of dread, like some uncanny foretaste of a bitter memory. But the dead do not remember and nothingness is not a curse. Far from it.
What man is such a coward he would not rather fall once than remain forever tottering?
Here beyond men's judgments all covenants were brittle.
What could a child know of the darkness of God's plan? Or how flesh is so frail it is hardly more than a dream
Rage is really only for the good days. The truth is there's little of that left. the truth is that the forms I see have been slowly emptied out. They no longer have any content. They are shapes only. A train, a wall, a world. Or a man. A thing dangling in senseless articulation in a howling void. No meaning to its life. Its words. Why would I seek the company of such a thing? Why?
I don't think goodness is something that you learn. If you're left adrift in the world to learn goodness from it, you would be in trouble.
We were considered rich because all the people around us were living in one- or two-room shacks.