Cormac Mccarthy All The Pretty Horses Quotes & Sayings

Lucky nation is the one who has at least one great progressive revolutionary man in its history! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

If Vulcans had a church, they'd be Catholics. — John C. Wright

When I was at 'SNL,' I would constantly get in arguments, 'Why aren't we more political? We're not going after Bush.' Then look what happened - that Sarah Palin season, they were on fire. It was about something. — Adam McKay

When she would walk, it was like rhythm. The guys' heads would bounce, but I wouldn't look because I was married. — Angelo Dundee

To follow Jesus means to share his merciful love for every human being. — Pope Francis

I believe that to be the world's greatest living
writer
there must be something
terribly wrong with you.
I don't even want to be the world's greatest
dead writer.
just being dead would be fair
enough. — Charles Bukowski

Your limitations create your sound. — Norah Jones

In history there are no control groups. There is no one to tell us what might have been. We weep over the might have been, but there is no might have been. There never was. — Cormac McCarthy

The storm front towered above them and the wind was cool on their sweating faces. They slumped bleary-eyed in their saddles and looked at one another. Shrouded in the black thunderheads the distant lightning glowed mutely like welding seen through foundry smoke. As if repairs were under way at some flawed place in the iron dark of the world. — Cormac McCarthy

Sinners think they are saints, but saints know they are sinners. — Peter Kreeft

You spend so many months and years in the studio, and you see the clock ticking and so much time spent on the minutiae of technical things. And I just thought it'd be fun to do something extremely fast and get that rush of something that had some energy, something that you weren't tired of when you finished it. — Beck

The rain had ripened all the country around and the roadside grass was luminous and green from the run-off and flowers were in bloom across the open country. He slept that night in a field far from any town. He built no fire. He lay listening to the horse crop the grass at his stakerope and he listened to the wind in the emptiness and watched stars trace the arc of the hemisphere and die in the darkness at the edge of the world and as he lay there the agony in his heart was like a stake. — Cormac McCarthy

My days are spent wrangling children, chipping dried manure from boots, washing jeans, and frying calf nuts. — Ree Drummond

Life no longer felt meaningless. It felt stressful and terrifying, but it definitely didn't feel meaningless. — Donald Miller

Men believe the cure for war is war as the curandero prescribes the serpent's flesh for its bite. — Cormac McCarthy