There aint but one truth, said John Grady. The truth is what happened. It aint what come out of somebody's… — Cormac McCarthy

Where is your country? he said.

I don't know, said John Grady. I don't know where it is. I don't know what happens to country.

It is supposed to be true that those who do not know history are doomed to repeat it. I don’t believe knowing can save us. What is constant in history is greed and foolishness and a love of blood, and this is a thing that even God—who knows all that can be known—seems powerless to change.

I cant back up and start over. But I dont see the point in slobberin over it. And I cant see where it would make me feel better to be able to point a finger at somebody else.