Ashton

“Where men can't live gods fare no better.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Road

“He lay listening to the water drip in the woods. Bedrock, this. The cold and the silence. The ashes of the late world carried on the bleak and temporal winds to and fro in the void. Carried forth and scattered and carried forth again. Everything uncoupled from its shoring. Unsupported in the ashen air. Sustained by a breath, trembling and brief. If only my heart were stone.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Road

“She was gone and the coldness of it was her final gift.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Road

“There were times when he sat watching the boy sleep that he would begin to sob uncontrollably but it wasn't about death. He wasn't sure what it was about but he thought it was about beauty or goodness. Things that he'd no longer any way to think about at all.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Road