The survivors lay quietly in that cratered void and watched the whitehot stars go rifling down the dark. Or… — Cormac McCarthy
The survivors lay quietly in that cratered void and watched the whitehot stars go rifling down the dark. Or slept with their alien hearts beating in the sand like pilgrims exhausted upon the face of the planet Anareta, clutched to a namelessness wheeling in the night.
p. 48Source: Wikiquote · CC BY-SA 4.0
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Spanish: "People say the coyote is a witch. Most of the time, the witch is a coyote."
p. 75
Where is yesterday? Where is Glanton and Brown and where is the priest? He leaned closer. Where is Shelby, whom you left to the mercies of Elias in the desert, and where is Tate whom you abandoned in the mountains? Where the ladies, ah the fair and tender ladies with whom you danced at the governor's ball when you were a hero anointed with the blood of the enemies of the republic you'd elected to defend? And where is the fiddler and where the dance?
p. 344
This is a terrible place to die in.
Where’s a good one?
p. 217
