Cormac McCarthy Quotes About Judging

Quotes about: Judging

• He never sleeps, the judge. He is dancing, dancing. He says that he will never die.

  Cormac McCarthy

  Sleep, Dancing, Judging

  Cormac McCarthy (2010). “Blood Meridian: Or the Evening Redness in the West”, p.349, Vintage

• The man who believes that the secrets of the world are forever hidden lives in mystery and fear. Superstition will drag him down." -The Judge

  Cormac McCarthy

  Believe, Men, Judging

• A man seeks his own destiny and no other, said the judge. Wil or nill. Any man who could discover his own fate and elect therefore some opposite course could only come at last to that selfsame reckoning at the same appointed time, for each man's destiny is as large as the world he inhabits and contains within it all opposites as well. The desert upon which so many have been broken is vast and calls for largeness of heart but it is also ultimately empty. It is hard, it is barren. Its very nature is stone.

  Cormac McCarthy

  Heart, Fate, Destiny

• It makes no difference what men think of war, said the judge. War endures. As well ask men what they think of stone. War was always here. Before man was, war waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner. That is the way it was and will be. That way and not some other way.

  Cormac McCarthy

  War, Men, Thinking

  Cormac McCarthy (2015). “Blood Meridian: Picador Classic”, p.262, Pan Macmillan

• Only that man who has offered up himself entire to the blood of war, who has been to the floor of the pit and seen the horror in the round and learned at last that it speaks to his inmost heart, only that man can dance. - The judge

  Cormac McCarthy

  War, Heart, Men

  Cormac McCarthy (2015). “Blood Meridian: Picador Classic”, p.349, Pan Macmillan

• Books lie, he said. God dont lie. No, said the judge. He does not. And these are his words. He held up a chunk of rock. He speaks in stones and trees, the bones of things. The squatters in their rags nodded among themselves and were soon reckoning him correct, this man of learning, in all his speculations, and this the judge encouraged until they were right proselytes of the new order whereupon he laughed at them for fools.

  Cormac McCarthy

  Lying, Book, Men

  Cormac McCarthy (2010). “Blood Meridian: Or the Evening Redness in the West”, p.122, Vintage

• The judge placed his hands on the ground. He looked at his inquisitor. This is my claim, he said. And yet everywhere upon it are pockets of autonomous life. Autonomous. In order for it to be mine nothing must be permitted to occur upon it save by my dispensation.

  Cormac McCarthy

  Hands, Order, Judging

  Cormac McCarthy (2015). “Blood Meridian: Picador Classic”, p.209, Pan Macmillan

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