The Passenger (The Passenger #1)

by Cormac McCarthy

Choice is the name you give to what you got.

What the Squire has never understood is that forgiveness has a time line. While it’s never too late for revenge.

I remember thinking as we started down, well you knew this shit was coming and now here it is and you dont have to worry about it anymore.

If there was a heaven, was it not founded upon the writhing bodies of the damned?

These are not static problems since there are no static things.

Grief is the stuff of life. A life without grief is no life at all. But regret is a prison. Some part of you which you deeply value lies forever impaled at a crossroads you can no longer find and never forget.

The horrors of the past lose their edge, and in the doing they blind us to a world careening toward a darkness beyond the bitterest speculation.

If one has to be unhappy—and one does—then it’s better to be admired than pitied.

Beauty makes promises that beauty cant keep.