Scott

“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

“I've been to hell and back. And let me tell you, it was wonderful.”
― Louise Bourgeois

“At what age in a child’s life does rage become sorrow?”
― Cormac McCarthy, Stella Maris

“You told me of a dream once that you may or may not remember. Rather curious. We were moving along a stone wall in a slurry of ash. A scene of ruin. There were dark flowers hanging over the wall. Carnivorous flowers, you thought them. Black and leathery in appearance. Like a dog’s cunt, you said. We sat in the rubble waiting. Finally a phone rang. Do you remember? Yes. I answered and listened and then I said no and then I hung up the phone. And in the dream you asked me what they had said and I told you that they wanted to know if we knew anything about them. And I said no. And they said: We didnt think so. And then they hung up. You were the dreamer. Yet if I’d not told you what they said would you have known? I dont know.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Passenger