All The Pretty Horses (The Border Trilogy, #1)

by Cormac McCarthy

he talked to it and told it things about the world that were true in his experience and he told it things he thought could be true to see how they would sound if they were said.

He thought the world’s heart beat at some terrible cost and that the world’s pain and its beauty moved in a relationship of diverging equity and that in this headlong deficit the blood of multitudes might ultimately be exacted for the vision of a single flower.

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.

My daddy used to tell me not to chew on somethin that was eatin you.