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"All ihre Gespräche scheinen so zu sein: im Dunkeln hin und her gereichte Münzen, ohne ihren Wert zu kennen."

"Far clouds rimlit. A brimstone light. Are there dragons in the wings of the world? The rain was falling harder, falling past him toward the river. Steep rain leaning in the lamplight, across the clock’s face. Hard weather, says the old man. So may it be. Wrap me in the weathers of the earth, I will be hard and hard. My face will turn rain like the stones."

"The heart beneath the breastbone pumping. The blood on its appointed rounds. Life in small places, narrow crannies. In the leaves, the toad's pulse. The delicate cellular warfare in a waterdrop. A dextrocardiac, said the smiling doctor. Your heart's in the right place. Weathershrunk and loveless. The skin drawn and split like an overripe fruit"

It's doubtlessly a McCarthy novel when you read the prologue 3 times, because the poetry of his descriptions feels so foreign and mighty and dark that you are forced to sip the words from the page as you would a scalding hot tea.

"It’s not like I need to dish with my husband about every little thing; that’s what friends are for. Harris and I are more formal, like two diplomats who aren’t sure if the other one has poisoned our drink. Forever thirsty but forever wanting the other one to take the first sip."

"Nobody knows what's going on. We are thrown across our lives by winds that started blowing millions of years ago."

"Ich hatte immer gelebt in den Träumen, in den Gespenstern der Sprache"

"Alles was nicht ins Bewusstsein steigt, kommt als Schicksal zurück"