Sean Cannon > Sean's Quotes

“I will do what I promised." He whispered. "No matter what. I will not send you into the darkness alone.”
― Cormac McCarthy

“Scared money can’t win and a worried man can’t love.”
― Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses

“You have my whole heart. You always did.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Road

“It's not about knowing who you are. It's about thinkin you got there without takin anything with you. Your notions about startin over. or anybody's. You dont start over. That's what it's about. Every step you take is forever. You can't make it go away. None of it.”
― Cormac Mccarthy, No Country for Old Men

“If you dont respect me what must you think of yourself?”
― Cormac McCarthy, No Country for Old Men

“People don't pay attention. And then one day there's an accounting. And after that, nothing is the same.”
― Cormac McCarthy, No Country for Old Men

“I dont know what I ever done, she said. I truly dont.

Chigurh nodded. Probably you do, he said. There's a reason for everything.

She shook her head. How many times I've said them very words. I wont again.”
― Cormac McCarthy, No Country for Old Men

“Our waking life's desire to shape the world to our convenience invites all manner of paradox and difficulty.”
― Cormac McCarthy, Cities of the Plain

“What do you believe?
I believe that the last and the first suffer equally. Pari passu.
Equally?
It is not alone in the dark of death that all souls are one soul.
Of what would you repent?
Nothing.
Nothing?
One thing. I spoke with bitterness about my life and I said that I would take my own part against the slander of oblivion and against the monstrous facelessness of it and that I would stand a stone in the very void where all would read my name. Of that vanity I recant all.”
― Cormac McCarthy, Suttree

“But there are no absolutes in human misery and things can always get worse”
― Cormac McCarthy, Suttree

“And what happens then?
When?
After you're dead.
Dont nothing happen. You're dead.
You told me once you believed in God.
The old man waved his hand. Maybe, he said. I got no reason to think he believes in me. Oh I'd like to see him for a minute if I could.
What would you say to him?
Well, I think I'd just tell him. I'd say: Wait a minute. Wait just one minute before you start in on me. Before you say anything, there's just one thing I'd like to know. And he'll say: what's that? And then I'm goin to ast him: What did you have me in that crapgame down there for anyway? I couldnt put any part of it together.
Suttree smiled. What do you think he'll say?
The ragpicker spat and wiped his mouth. I dont believe he can answer it. I dont believe there is an answer. ”
― Cormac McCarthy, Suttree

“He thought that in the beauty of the world were hid a secret. He thought that 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.”
― Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses

“My perfect day is sitting in a room with some blank paper. That's heaven. That's gold and anything else is just a waste of time.”
― Cormac McCarthy

“And after and for a long time to come he'd have reason to evoke the recollection of [the strangers'] smiles and to reflect upon the good will which provoked them for it had power to protect and to confer honor and to strengthen resolve and it had the power to heal men and to bring them to safety long after all other resources were exhausted.”
― Cormac McCarthy

“A malign star kept him.”
― Cormac McCarthy, Child of God

“In history there are no control groups. There is no one to tell us what might have been. We weep over the might have been, but there is no might have been. There never was. It is supposed to be true that those who do not know history are condemned to repeat it. I don't believe knowing can save us. What is constant in history is greed and foolishness and a love of blood and this is a thing that even God--who knows all that can be known--seems powerless to change.”
― Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses

“he said that in an case the past was little more than a dream and its force in the world was greatly exaggerated. for the world was made each day and it was only men's clinging to its vanished husks that could make of that world one husk more”
― cormac mccarthy

“A dream inside a dream might not be a dream.”
― Cormac McCarthy, Cities of the Plain

“After a while he pulled his hat down over his eyes and stood and placed his hands outstretched on the roof of the cab and rode in that manner. As if he were some personage bearing news for the countryside. As if he were some newfound evangelical being conveyed down out of the mountains....”
― Cormac McCarthy

“The night sky lies so sprent with stars that there is scarcely space of black at all and they fall all night in bitter arcs and it is so that their numbers are no less.”
― Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, or, the Evening Redness in the West

“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.”
― Cormac McCarthy

“He did not know how hawks mated but he knew that all things fought.”
― Cormac McCarthy, Child of God

“If there's one thing on this planet you don't look like it's a bunch of good luck walkin around.”
― Cormac McCarthy, No Country for Old Men

“He stood at the window of the empty cafe and watched the activites in the square and he said that 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.”
― Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses

“Ive seen the meanness of humans till I dont know why God aint put out the sun and gone away.”
― Cormac McCarthy, Outer Dark

“This country will kill you in a heartbeat and still people love it.”
― Cormac McCarthy, No Country for Old Men

“When you die it's the same as if everybody else did too.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Road

“They spoke less and less between them until at last they were silent altogether as is often the way with travelers approaching the end of a journey.”
― Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, or, the Evening Redness in the West

“If we do not know ourselves in the waking world, what chance in dreams?”
― Cormac McCarthy, Cities of the Plain

“Creedless shells of men tottering down the causeways like migrants in a feverland.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Road