Cormac McCarthy Quotes

Life and hope must cease together.

I agree to, or rather aspire to, my doom.

Whether you like it or not, you're forced to come to the realisation that death is out there. But I don't fear death, I'm a fatalist. I believe when it's your time, that's it. It's the hand you're dealt.

I wasn't gonna make it. I had come to terms that I was gonna die, and I was very sure of that.

And to kill time while awaiting death, I smoke slender cigarettes thumbing my nose to the gods.

Time enough to think of the future when you haven't any future to think of.

I have few illusions: the cause is lost in advance. As for me, I do my part, which is to drag a fairly drab existence to its conclusion.

What are you gonna do? Kill me? Everybody dies.

But the truth, he knows, is otherwise. His pleasure in living has been snuffed out. Like a leaf on a stream, like a puffball on a breeze, he has begun to float towards his end. He sees it quite clearly, and it fills him with (the word will not go away) despair. The blood of life is leaving his body and despair is taking its place, despair that is like a gas, odourless, tasteless, without nourishment. You breathe it in, your limbs relax, you cease to care, even at the moment when the steel touches your throat.

The Rebel bullet that can kill me has not yet been molded.

Birth was the death of him.

Let whatever is going to happen to me happen. I'm expecting the worst for myself and I'm resigned to it.

Life is a series of avoiding horrible situations until ultimately you're dead. That's how I feel about things.

Instead of joyfully looking forward to my birth, my mother began systematically preparing for her own death. She was fatalistic.

May the Lord our God prepare us for every event, then comes Life or Death - it is no great matter.

You can't be scared of death. When that time comes, it comes.

Death and I are head to head in a total collision, pure and mutual distaste.

Why should I stop working? If I do, I'll die and it'll all be finished.

You can't be a crazy rebel in the face of death, it's not a fitting attitude.

Death, only, renders hope futile.

It's an ordinary day for Brian. Like, he died every day, you know.

Of course, we avoid death. To know something is inevitable is one thing. To accept, to truly feel it... that's different.

Death threatens our speech with futility because death is not just a biological event - it is a reality we fear may rob our living of any significance.

It doesn't matter. What matters is that you're about to die.

I think that when we wrestle with death... we start fearing life, because then we come to terms with something that is inevitable.