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“He had no more to confide. The furious heat of the pyre would assail him. His soul fled from his breast to its destined place among the steadfast ones.”
― Seamus Heaney, Beowulf

“At some point, you have to decide with children whether you’re going to kill them or let them go.”
― Allan Gurganus, White People

“It seemed to me then: Staying alive is learning to make meals out of setbacks. Eating them, eating them up.”
― Allan Gurganus, White People

“All progressions from a higher to a lower order are marked by ruins and mystery and a residue of nameless rage.”
― Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, or, the Evening Redness in the West

“Crouched under their hats they seemed fugitives on some grander scale, like beings for whom the sun hungered.”
― Cormac McCarthy, BLOOD MERIDIAN

“The earth fell away on every side equally in its arcature and by these limits were they circumscribed and of them were they locus.”
― Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, or, the Evening Redness in the West

“Whoever would seek out his history through what unraveling of loins and ledgerbooks must stand at last darkened and dumb at the shore of a void without terminus or origin and whatever science he might bring to bear upon the dusty primal matter blowing down out of the millennia will discover no trace of any ultimate atavistic egg by which to reckon his commencing.”
― Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, or, the Evening Redness in the West

“Men’s memories are uncertain and the past that was differs little from the past that was not.”
― Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian: Or the Evening Redness in the West

“In any event the history of all is not the history of each nor indeed the sum of those histories and none here can finally comprehend the reason for his presence for he has no way of knowing even in what the event consists.”
― Cormac McCarthy, BLOOD MERIDIAN

“Stars were falling across the sky myriad and random, speeding along brief vectors from their origins in night to their destinies in dust and nothingness.”
― Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, or, the Evening Redness in the West