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"In the draws the smoke coming off the ground like mist and the thin black trees burning on the slopes like heathen candles."
"Every now and then I sit and watch the sun rise to remind myself how it's done-peacefully, steadily, warmly, and in beautiful color."
"Custom is second nature."
"To become an able and successful man in any profession, three things are necessary, nature, study and practice."
"Sipping teawith gleebeneath a gooseberry tree.I wish Alice were here.Oh, my dear,do not fear,she will be."
"They passed, leaving a trail of foxfire shuffled up out of the wet leaves like stars plowed in a ship's wake."
"There are great roads, beautiful bridges, lovely parks, gorgeous gardens and wonderful buildings in a big city. But there is something missing, something very important: The spirit of nature!"
"The Moon always finds an opportunity to turn our attention from the ground beneath our feet to the sky above our head!"
Explore more quotes by Cormac McCarthy
"A big lemoncolored cat watched him from the top of a woodstove. He turned his head to see it better and it elongated itself like hot taffy down the side of the stove and vanished headfirst in the earth without a sound."
"There were in the camp a number of Mexican slaves and these ran forth calling out in spanish and were brained or shot and one of the Delawares emerged from the smoke with a naked infant dangling in each hand and squatted at a ring of midden stones and swung them by the heels each in turn and bashed their heads against the stones so that the brains burst forth through the fontanel in a bloody spew and humans on fire came shrieking forth like berserkers and the riders hacked them down with their enormous knives and a young woman ran up and embraced the bloodied forefeet of Glanton's warhorse."
"What could a child know of the darkness of God's plan? Or how flesh is so frail it is hardly more than a dream."
"Best way to live in California is to be from somewheres else."
"Each man is the bard of his own existence. This is how he is joined to the world."
"In the draws the smoke coming off the ground like mist and the thin black trees burning on the slopes like heathen candles."
"They passed, leaving a trail of foxfire shuffled up out of the wet leaves like stars plowed in a ship's wake."
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