Cormac McCarthy Quotes

But death is not freedom. For a moment, it can look like freedom. But then it's death. Anything. Something. Nothing.

"When the dead are done with the living, the living can go on to other things," Franny said. "What about the dead?" I asked. "Where do we go?"

Death promises nothing--not even oblivion.

The world of the dead wonʹt give you up a second time.

To die, to be really dead, that must be glorious. There are far worse things awaiting man than death.

Nothing is more dreadful in life than the profound thought that death may only greet you with eternal nothingness.

I just don't get death at all. Yes, it's there. But I don't get it.

Why do people want to pretend that death is sleep? It isn't. It isn't.

With the dead there is no rivalry, with the dead there is no change.

Never the grave gives back what it has won!

So when I'm killed, don't wait for me, Walking the dim corridor; In Heaven or Hell, don't wait for me, Or you must wait for evermore. You'll find me buried, living-dead In these verses that you've read.

Death is wonderful because you can't think about it. How are you gonna think about it?

I don't know what's waiting for us when we die--something better, something worse. I only know I'm not ready to find out yet.

Where do you go when you die? The same place you were before you were born; nowhere! It's over!

After death there is nothing.

Things change after you die, though, I guess because dying is the loneliest thing you can do.

The fear of death is the most unjustified of all fears, for there's no risk of accident for someone who's dead.

Death is the last enemy: once we've got past that I think everything will be alright.

I cannot believe in the immortality of the soul. No, all this talk of an existence for us, as individuals, beyond the grave is wrong. It is born of our tenacity of life - our desire to go on living - our dread of coming to an end.

What does it mean to be born? After we die, will it be the same thing as it was before we were born? Or a different kind of nothingness? Because there might be knowledge then. Memory.

The dead are merely the countrymen of my future.

Death, that final evil, is one of the paths to eternity. Endless life in the conditions of our existence would be a nightmare.

I do not want to believe that death is the gateway to another life. For me, it is a closed door. I do not say it is a step we must all take, but that it is a horrible and dirty adventure.

I think it is impossible for human minds to think of Death as a final, irrevocable end to life.

The mystery of death, the riddle of how you could speak to someone and see them every day and then never again, was so impossible to fathom that of course we kept trying to figure it out, even when we were unconscious.