Cormac McCarthy Quotes

Everything in the world is gloriously meaningless.

Since all life is futility, then the decision to exist must be the most irrational of all.

I searched all areas of knowledge, and not only did I fail to find anything, but I was convinced that all those who had explored as I did had also come up with nothing. Not only had they found nothing, but they had clearly acknowledged the same thing that had brought me to despair: the only absolute knowledge attainable by man is that life is meaningless.

Nothing matters. Nothing matters.

Life may be not only meaningless but absurd.

When people conclude that all is futile, then the absurd becomes the norm.

Life is tragic and absurd, and none of it has any purpose at all.

My search not only failed, but I convinced myself that all those who had searched like myself had failed also, and come like me to the despairing conviction that the only absolute knowledge man can possess is this—that life is without a meaning.

I just tell you and though I dont sound like it I've got plenty of sense, there aint any answer, there aint going to be any answer, there never has been any answer, that's the answer.

"Tell me, Tool, what dominates your thoughts?" The Imass shrugged before replying. "I think of futility, Adjunct." "Do all Imass think about futility?" "No. Few think at all." "Why is that?" The Imass leaned his head to one side and regarded her. "Because, Adjunct, it is futile."

Futility is the defining characteristic of life.

I shall go on shining as a brilliantly meaningless figure in a meaningless world.

Sometimes the world seems like a big hole. You spend all your life shouting down it and all you hear are echoes of some idiot yelling nonsense down a hole.

The thing about my music is, there really is no point.

It's really easy to slide into a depression fueled by the pointlessness of existence.

We live in a vacuous world, yet we do so with a feeling of urgency.

Famously, there's not really anywhere to go after nihilism. It's not progressing toward anything, it's a statement of outrage, however brilliant.

Like life itself my stories have no point and get absolutely nowhere.

Regarding life, the wisest men of all ages have judged alike: it is worthless.

Life has become the ideology of its own absence.

The more the universe seems comprehensible, the more it also seems pointless.

Why does a person even get up in the morning? You have breakfast, you floss your teeth so you'll have healthy gums in your old age, and then you get in your car and drive down I-10 and die. Life is so stupid I can't stand it.

It was over now, and the meaningless world was tolerable and need not be explained. And never would it be, and how foolish I had ever been to think so.

Why should anything happen when everything has happened?

I wonder if anyone will ever know the emptiness of my life. Personal Diary -- Last entry Oh whats the point?