"Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real."
About Cormac McCarthy
Cormac McCarthy — Life and Legacy
Cormac McCarthy is a prominent American novelist recognized for his distinctive writing style and profound exploration of existential themes. His works, including 'The Road' and 'Blood Meridian,' delve into the complexities of human nature, often highlighting the stark realities of life and death. McCarthy's key ideas revolve around the inherent violence and moral ambiguity within humanity. He often reflects on these themes through his characters and their struggles, as seen in his quote, 'You forget what you want to remember and you remember what you want to forget.' This encapsulates his exploration of memory and the selective nature of human experience, revealing how our past shapes our present. His writing challenges conventional narratives, often presenting a bleak yet honest portrayal of existence. The quote 'In the end, there is no end' exemplifies his belief in the cyclical nature of life, suggesting that death is not a definitive conclusion but part of a larger continuum. McCarthy's work continues to resonate with readers, prompting deep reflection on the human condition and the moral complexities we navigate.
Quote collection
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"The point is there ain't no point."
"You never know what worse luck your bad luck has saved you from."
"He stood at the window of the empty cafe and watched the activites in the square and he said that it was good that God kept the truths of life from the young as they were starting out or else they'd have no heart to start at all."
"He walked out in the gray light and stood and he saw for a brief moment the absolute truth of the world. The cold relentless circling of the intestate earth. Darkness implacable. The blind dogs of the sun in their running. The crushing black vacuum of the universe. And somewhere two hunted animals trembling like ground-foxes in their cover. Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it."
"Between the wish and the thing the world lies waiting."
"You forget what you want to remember, and you remember what you want to forget."
"Ive seen the meanness of humans till I dont know why God aint put out the sun and gone away."
"Keep a little fire burning; however small, however hidden."
"Each leaf that brushed his face deepened his sadness and dread. Each leaf he passed he'd never pass again. They rode over his face like veils, already some yellow, their veins like slender bones where the sun shone through them. He had resolved himself to ride on for he could not turn back and the world that day was as lovely as any day that ever was and he was riding to his death."
"The rain falls upon the just And also on the unjust fellas But mostly it falls upon the just Cause the unjust have the just's umbrellas"
"The things I believed in dont exist any more. It's foolish to pretend that they do. Western Civilization finally went up in smoke in the chimneys at Dachau but I was too infatuated to see it. I see it now."
"There is no forgiveness. For women. A man may lose his honor and regain it again. But a woman cannot. She cannot."
"Anything that doesn't take years of your life and drive you to suicide hardly seems worth doing."
"You can tell it any way you want but that's the way it is. I should of done it and I didnt. And some part of me has never quit wishin I could go back. And I cant. I didn't know you could steal your own life. And I didnt know that it would bring you no more benefit than about anything else you might steal. I thinkI done the best with itI knew how but itstill wasntmine. It neverhas been."
"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."
"They heard somewhere in that tenantless night a bell that tolled and ceased where no bell was and they rode out on the round dais of the earth which alone was dark and no light to it and which carried their figures and bore them up into the swarming stars so that they rode not under but among them and they rode at once jaunty and circumspect, like thieves newly loosed in that dark electric, like young thieves in a glowing orchard, loosely jacketed against the cold and ten thousand worlds for the choosing."
"The notion that the species can be improved in some way, that everyone could live in harmony, is a really dangerous idea. Those who are afflicted with this notion are the first ones to give up their souls, their freedom. Your desire that it be that way will enslave you and make your life vacuous."
"My perfect day is sitting in a room with some blank paper. That's heaven. That's gold, and anything else is just a waste of time."
"The man smiled at him a sly smile. As if they knew a secret between them, these two. Something of age and youth and their claims and the justice of those claims. And of their claims upon them. The world past, the world to come. Their common transciencies. Above all a knowing deep in the bone that beauty and loss are one."