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The Road by Cormac McCarthy
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Cormac McCarthy
“From daydreams on the road there was no waking. He plodded on. He could remember everything of her save her scent. Seated in a theatre with her beside him leaning forward listening to the music. Gold scrollwork and sconces and the tall columnar folds of the drapes at either side of the stage. She held his hand in her lap and he could feel the tops of her stockings through the thin stuff of her summer dress. Freeze this frame. Now call down your dark and your cold and be damned.”
Cormac McCarthy, The Road

Cormac McCarthy
“People were always getting ready for tomorrow. I didn't believe in that. Tomorrow wasn't getting ready for them. It didn't even know they were there.”
Cormac McCarthy, The Road

Cormac McCarthy
“He was just hungry, Papa. He's going to die.
He's going to die anyway.
He's so scared, Papa.
The man squatted and looked at him. I'm scared, he said. Do you understand? I'm scared.
The boy didn't answer. He just sat there with his head down, sobbing.
You're not the one who has to worry about everything.
The boy said something but he couldn't understand him. What? He said.
He looked up, his wet and grimy face. Yes I am, he said. I am the one.”
Cormac McCarthy, The Road

Cormac McCarthy
“When you've nothing else construct ceremonies out of the air and breathe upon them.”
Cormac McCarthy, The Road

Cormac McCarthy
“He thought each memory recalled must do some violence to its origins. As in a party game. Say the words and pass it on. So be sparing. What you alter in the remembering has yet a reality, known or not.”
Cormac McCarthy, The Road

Cormac McCarthy
“No lists of things to be done. The day providential to itself. The hour. There is no later. This is later. All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one's heart have a common provenance in pain. Their birth in grief and ashes.”
Cormac McCarthy, The Road

Cormac McCarthy
“Just remember that the things you put into your head are there forever, he said.”
Cormac McCarthy, The Road


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