Cormac McCarthy Quotes

The shortest way to get anywhere is to have good company.

I may not be walking with you all the way, or even much of the way, as I walk with you now.

If you get far enough away you'll be on your way back home.

In the end, the only thing between us was silence.

Farewell! wherever you fare, till your eyries receive you at the journey’s end!

At my door the Pale Horse stands to carry me to unknown lands.

Holding hands, for example, is a way to remember how it feels to say nothing together.

Short or long to Goblin City? The straight way's short But the long way's pretty.

As my wise friend Didi has more than once observed about life's passages, every departure entails an arrival elsewhere, every arrival implies a departure from afar.

A journey is measured in friends, not miles.

Money is to Everything as an Aeroplane is to Australia. The aeroplane isn't Australia, but it remains the only practical way we know of reaching it. So perhaps, metonymically, the aeroplane is Australia after all.

Fare well we call to hearth and hall Though wind may blow and rain may fall We must away ere break of day Over the wood and mountain tall To Rivendell where Elves yet dwell In glades beneath the misty fell Through moor and waste we ride in haste And wither then we cannot tell With foes ahead behind us dread Beneath the sky shall be our bed Until at last our toil be sped Our journey done, our errand sped We must away! We must away! We ride before the break of day!

...the sound of our lack of conversation amplified by the echo of our footsteps on the stone around us.

I depart, Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.

A plodding diligence brings us sooner to our journey's end than a fluttering way of advancing by starts.

Farewell! I go to find the Sun!

An agreeable companion on a journey is as good as a carriage.

Finish, good lady; the bright day is done, And we are for the Dark.

Hey, don't take this the wrong way, but don't come back, ok?

When the railroad trains moaned, and river-winds blew, bringing echoes through the vale, it was as if a wild hum of voices, the dear voices of everybody he had known, were crying: "Peter, Peter! Where are you going, Peter?" And a big soft gust of rain came down. He put up the collar of his jacket, and bowed his head, and hurried along.

That’s the funny thing about arriving somewhere, Vin,” he said with a wink. “Once you’re there, the only thing you can really do is leave again.

And all the bustle of departure - sometimes sad, sometimes intoxicating - just as fear or hope may be inspired by the new chances of coming destiny.

We’ve arrived,” Leo announced. “Time to Split.” Frank groaned. “Can we leave Valdez in Croatia?

Farewell we call to hearth and hall! Though wind may blow and rain may fall. We must away ere the break of day. Far over wood and mountain tall.