Cormac McCarthy
Cormac McCarthy
Cormac McCarthyis an American novelist, playwright, and screenwriter. He has written ten novels, spanning the Southern Gothic, western, and post-apocalyptic genres. He won the Pulitzer Prize and the James Tait Black Memorial Prize for Fiction for The Road. His 2005 novel No Country for Old Men was adapted as a 2007 film of the same name, which won four Academy Awards, including Best Picture. For All the Pretty Horses, he won both the U.S. National Book Award and National Book...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth20 July 1933
CityProvidence, RI
CountryUnited States of America
The wrath of God lies sleeping. It was hid a million years before men were and only men have the power to wake it.
The societies to which I have been exposed seemed to me largely machines for the suppression of women.
I guess you ought to be careful about cussin the dead. I would say at the least there probably ain't no luck in it.
The voice of the Almighty speaks most profoundly in such things as lives in silence themselves.
Even the damned in hell have the community of their suffering.
I like what I do. Some writers have said in print that they hated writing and it was just a chore and a burden. I certainly don't feel that way about it. Sometimes it's difficult. You know, you always have this image of the perfect thing which you can never achieve, but which you never stop trying to achieve. But I think ... that's your signpost and your guide. You'll never get there, but without it you won't get anywhere.
It would take a hell of a wife to beat no wife at all.
In every trade save war men of talent and vigor prosper. In war they die.
It is community and respect, of course, but the dead have more claims on you than what you might want to admit or even what you might know about and them claims can be very strong indeed. Very strong indeed.
It was always himself that the coward abandoned first. After this all other betrayals came easily.
The things I believed in dont exist any more. It's foolish to pretend that they do. Western Civilization finally went up in smoke in the chimneys at Dachau but I was too infatuated to see it. I see it now.
Hard weather, says the old man. So let it be. Wrap me in the weathers of the earth, I will be hard and hard. My face will wash rain like the stones.
This country was filled with violent children orphaned by war.
He believed in God even if he was doubtful of men's claims to know God's mind. But that a God unable to forgive was no God at all.