Carl Ingebretsen

“Here is a story. The last of all men who stands alone in the universe while it darkens about him. Who sorrows all things with a single sorrow. Out of the pitiable and exhausted remnants of what was once his soul he’ll find nothing from which to craft the least thing godlike to guide him in these last of days.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Passenger

“But the truth is that anyone who feels Anger, and does not take action, merely spreads the infection. So says our Blake.”
― Olga Tokarczuk, Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead

“She knew that in the end you really cant know. You cant get hold of the world. You can only draw a picture. Whether it’s a bull on the wall of a cave or a partial differential equation it’s all the same thing.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Passenger

“The abyss of the past into which the world is falling. Everything vanishing as if it had never been. We would hardly wish to know ourselves again as we once were and yet we mourn the days.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Passenger