Izzy Bolton

“I think our time is up. I know. Hold my hand. Hold your hand? Yes. I want you to. All right. Why? Because that’s what people do when they’re waiting for the end of something.”
― Cormac McCarthy, Stella Maris

“Someone snatched the old woman’s blindfold from her and she and the juggler were clouted away and when the company turned in to sleep and the low fire was roaring in the blast like a thing alive these four yet crouched at the edge of the firelight among their strange chattels and watched how the ragged flames fled down the wind as if sucked by some maelstrom out there in the void, some vortex in that waste apposite to which man’s transit and his reckonings alike lay abrogate. As if beyond will or fate he and his beasts and his trappings moved both in card and in substance under consignment to some third and other destiny.”
― Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, or, the Evening Redness in the West

“Those who choose a love that can never be fulfilled will be hounded by a rage that can never be extinguished.”
― Cormac McCarthy, Stella Maris

“Rage is only for what you believe can be fixed. All the rest is grief.”
― Cormac McCarthy, Stella Maris