"Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real."
"Lying under such a myriad of stars. The sea’s black horizon. He rose and walked out and stood barefoot in the sand and watched the pale surf appear all down the shore and roll and crash and darken again. When he went back to the fire he knelt and smoothed her hair as she slept and he said if he were God he would have made the world just so and no different."
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Source: Cormac McCarthy (2007). “The Road”, p.185, Vintage
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