# Quote — Cormac McCarthy, Suttree

> Put away these frozenjawed primates and their annals of ways beset and ultimate dark. What deity in the realms of dementia, what rabid god decocted out of the smoking lobes of hydrophobia could have devised a keeping place for souls so poor as in this flesh. This mawky wormbent tabernacle.

- Author: [Cormac McCarthy](https://www.leafyquotes.com/cormac-mccarthy.md)
- Book: [Suttree](https://www.leafyquotes.com/cormac-mccarthy/suttree.md)
- Page: 130
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- Quote page: https://www.leafyquotes.com/cormac-mccarthy/suttree/put-away-these

## More from this book

> He reached down and tapped Suttree's knee with his forefinger. You, my good buddy, are a fourteen carat gold plated son of a bitch. That's what your problem is. And that being your problem, there's not a whole lot of people in sympathy with you. Or with your problem.

[Quote page](https://www.leafyquotes.com/cormac-mccarthy/suttree/he-reached-down.md)

> And what happens then?
>
> When?
>
> After you're dead.
>
> Dont nothing happen. You're dead.
>
> You told me once you believed in God.
>
> The old man waved his hand. Maybe, he said. I got no reason to think he believes in me. Oh I'd like to see him for a minute if I could.
>
> What would you say to him?
>
> Well, I think I'd just tell him. I'd say: Wait a minute. Wait just one minute before you start in on me. Before you say anything, there's just one thing I'd like to know. And he'll say: what's that? And then I'm goin to ast him: What did you have me in that crapgame down there for anyway? I couldnt put any part of it together.
>
> Suttree smiled. What do you think he'll say?
>
> The ragpicker spat and wiped his mouth. I dont believe he can answer it. I dont believe there is an answer.

p. 258 — [Quote page](https://www.leafyquotes.com/cormac-mccarthy/suttree/and-what-happens.md)

> Pale manchild were there last agonies? Were you in terror, did you know? Could you feel the claw that claimed you? And who is this fool kneeling over your bones, choked with bitterness? And what could a child know of the darkness of God's plan? Or how flesh is so frail it is hardly more than a dream.

p. 154 — [Quote page](https://www.leafyquotes.com/cormac-mccarthy/suttree/pale-manchild-were.md)