Patrick

“What he loved in horses was what he loved in men, the blood and the heat of the blood that ran them. All his reverence and all his fondness and all the leanings of his life were for the ardenhearted and they would always be so and never be otherwise.”
― Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses

“Finally he said that among men there was no such communion as among horses and the notion that men can be understood at all was probably an illusion.”
― Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses

“When you've nothing else construct ceremonies out of the air and breathe upon them.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Road

“Things separate from their stories have no meaning. They are only shapes. Of a certain size and color. A certain weight. When their meaning has become lost to us they no longer have even a name. The story on the other hand can never be lost from its place in the world for it is that place.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Crossing