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Cormac McCarthy

"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."

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"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."

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"Because of pain you feel more and so you live more."

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"The slightest pain that we have, is the reaction of the pain that we had given. So do what you find comfortable."

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"One man may shoot himself in the forehead with a .38 and wake up in the hospital. Another may shoot himself in the forehead with a .22 and wake up in hell...if there is such a place. I tend to believe it's here on earth, possibly in New Jersey."

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"You are never more alive than when you are enraptured by pain."

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"The only thing worse than having a party that no one attends is having a party attended only by two vastly, deeply uninteresting people."

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"Today I was rejected......I hate being rejected... SAYYYYYYYYYY MY FUCKING NAME "Bill"."

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"They who go Feel not the pain of parting; it is they Who stay behind that suffer."

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"There's wall of agony between dreams and reality."

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"Maybe you receive pain selfishly - thinking only of yourself. The cycle of pain wounds every participant, both victim and aggressor."

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"What will break me into a million pieces so that I am beyond repair, beyond usefulness?"

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"The priest therefore saw what the anchorite could not. That God needs no witness. Neither to himself nor against. The truth is rather that if there were no God then there could be no witness for there could be no identity to the world but only each man's opinion of it. The priest saw that there is no man who is elect because there is no man who is not. To God every man is a heretic."
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"When we're all gone at last then there'll be nobody here but death and his days will be numbered too. He'll be out in the road there with nothing to do and nobody to do it to. He'll say: where did everybody go? And that's how it will be. What's wrong with that?"
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"For this world also which seems to us a thing of stone and flower and blood is not a thing at all but a tale. And all in it is a tale and each tale the sum of all lesser tales and yet these are the selfsame tale and contain as well all within them. So everything is necessary. Every least thing. This is the hard lesson. Nothing can be dispensed with. Nothing despised. Because the seams are hid from us, you see. The joinery. The way in which the world is made. We have no way to know what could be taken away. What omitted. We have no way to tell what might stand and what might fall."
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"She said: Sheriff how come you to let crime get so out of hand in your county? Sounded like a fair question I reckon. Maybe it was a fair question. Anyway I told her, I said: It starts when you begin to overlook bad manners. Any time you quit hearin Sir and Mam the end is pretty much in sight."
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"Lastly he looked at the face so caved and drawn among the folds of funeral cloth, the yellowed moustache, the eyelids paper thin. That was not sleeping. That was not sleeping."
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"Nor does God whisper through the trees. His voice is not to be mistaken. When men hear it they fall to their knees and their souls are riven and they cry out to Him and there is no fear but only wildness of heart that springs from such longing..."
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