Road By Cormac Mccarthy Quotes

#1. The kind of stuff I usually read is a bit more on the literary side, like books that I think are influential in the sense that they're doing pulpy subject matter in a refined way. Like 'The Road' by Cormac McCarthy; I loved that book.

Isaac Marion

#2. The books I love most are the ones that combine some sort of gripping story with really beautiful or stylish writing. Some of my favorites are 'The Road' by Cormac McCarthy, 'The Virgin Suicides' by Jeffrey Eugenides, 'The Interpreter of Maladies' by Jhumpa Lahiri, and 'Blindness' by Jose Saramago.

Karen Thompson Walker

#3. From some dilatory reading in the early 1960s, I knew enough about viruses and their association with tumors in animals to understand that they might provide a relatively simple entry into a problem as complex as cancer.

Harold E. Varmus

#4. What's the bravest thing you ever did?
He spat in the road a bloody phlegm. Getting up this morning, he said.

Cormac McCarthy

#5. If merited, no courage can stand against its just indignation.

Charles Caleb Colton

#6. The shape of the city stood in the grayness like a charcoal drawing sketched across the waste.

Cormac McCarthy

#7. On this road there are no godspoke men. They are gone and I am left and they have taken with them the world.

Cormac McCarthy

#8. What if the opposite of good wasn't bad? What if the opposite of good was real?

Claire Dederer

#9. Jamie was real, alright, more real than anything had ever been to me, even Frank and my life in 1945. Jamie, tender lover and perfidious blackguard.

Diana Gabaldon

#10. Suppose you were the last one left? Suppose you did that to yourself?

Cormac McCarthy

#11. A rich smell of woodsmoke hung over the road.

Cormac McCarthy

#12. No one has a name in 'The Road.' Like Cormac McCarthy's novel from which it's adapted, 'The Road' features characters such as the man, the boy, the wife, the old man and the veteran.

Garret Dillahunt

#13. When he reached the fence he stopped for a moment to look back at the road and then he went on, crossing into a field of rank weeds that heeled with harsh dip and clash under the wind as if fled through by something unseen.

Cormac McCarthy

#14. You can't lead the people if you don't love the people. You can't save the people if you don't serve the people.

Cornel West

#15. When we're all gone at last then there'll be nobody here but death and his days will be numbered too. He'll be out in the road there with nothing to do and nobody to do it to. He'll say: where did everybody go? And that's how it will be. What's wrong with that?

Cormac McCarthy

#16. I watch the tip of my tie sway to and fro and wonder how humans got to a place where we said, "Whoa. Hold on. Before I can take you seriously, you need to hang a brightly colored strip of narrow pointy cloth around your neck.

Jeff Zentner

#17. If our circumstances find us in God, we shall find God in all our circumstances.

D.L. Moody

#18. His mind was betraying him. Phantoms not heard from in a thousand years rousing slowly from their sleep.

Cormac McCarthy

#19. It took two days to cross that ashen scabland. The road beyond fell away on every side. It's snowing, the boy said. He looked at the sky. A single gray flake sifting down. He caught it in his hand and watched it expire there like the last host of christendom.

Cormac McCarthy

#20. He walked to the top of a rise and crouched and watched the day accrue. The chary dawn, the cold illucid world.

Cormac McCarthy

#21. Dwindling slowly on the road behind him like some storybook peddler from an antique time, dark and bent and spider thin and soon to vanish forever.

Cormac McCarthy

#22. There is no such joy in the tavern as upon the road thereto.

Cormac McCarthy

#23. A forest fire was making its way along the tinderbox ridges above them, flaring and shimmering against the overcast like the northern lights. Cold as it was he stood there a long time. The color of it moved something in him long forgotten. Make a list. Recite a litany. Remember.

Cormac McCarthy

#24. The road has its own reasons and no two travelers will have the same understanding of those reasons. If indeed they come to an understanding of them at all.

Cormac McCarthy

#25. What?" I ask the back of his head. "Now you're giving me the silent treatment?" His shoulders jiggle up and down. You know, one of those wry, silent chuckles, accompanied by a rueful shake of the head. Girls! So silly.

Rick Yancey

#26. In the draws the smoke coming off the ground like mist and the thin black trees burning on the slopes like heathen candles.

Cormac McCarthy

#27. If you think it's necessary to judge me by my past, don't get mad when I put you there.

Wiz Khalifa

#28. There's too much shit still down the road that I got to deal with. It aint goin to end here.

Cormac McCarthy

#29. I sing from my heart, I love country music and I love the people that respond to it. You never see yourself as others do but I've always beeen proud to be part of country music and I hope that the format is proud of me.

George Jones

#30. He'd stop and lean on the cart and the boy would go on and then stop and look back and he would raise his weeping eyes and see him standing there in the road looking back at him from some unimaginable future, glowing in that waste like a tabernacle.

Cormac McCarthy

#31. The boy's candlecolored skin was all but translucent.

Cormac McCarthy

#32. Regulatory failings mean that the cost of breaking the law is far below that of obeying it - businesses are happier to pay fines than to control pollution.

Ma Jun

#33. Art not only imitates nature, but also completes its deficiencies.

Aristotle.

#34. In the dark glass where the road poured down their cigarettes rose and fell like distant semaphores above the soft green dawn of the dashlights.

Cormac McCarthy

#35. Where all was burnt to ash before them no fires were to be had and the nights were long and dark and cold beyond anything they'd yet encountered. Cold to crack the stones. To take your life.

Cormac McCarthy

#36. The faint light all about, quivering and sourceless, refracted in the rain of drifting soot.

Cormac McCarthy

#37. If nothing else, I want women to understand that they are powerful. If you look back at history, in almost every big moment, in every leap forward, you find ordinary women at the core. We have more ability to make changes in the world than we can imagine if we have the courage to try.

Liya Kebede