Cormac McCarthy Quotes About Children

Quotes about: Children

• Only now is the child finally divested of all that he has been. His origins are become remote as is his destiny and not again in all the world's turning will there be terrains so wild and barbarous to try whether the stuff of creation may be shaped to man's will or whether his own heart is not another kind of clay.

  Cormac McCarthy

  Children, Heart, Destiny

  Cormac McCarthy (2015). “Blood Meridian: Picador Classic”, p.5, Pan Macmillan

• He knew only that his child was his warrant. He said: If he is not the word of God God never spoke.

  Cormac McCarthy

  Children, Spokes, Said

  Cormac McCarthy (2010). “The Road”, p.3, Pan Macmillan

• This is my child, he said. I wash a dead man's brains out of his hair. That is my job.

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  Jobs, Children, Men

  Cormac McCarthy (2010). “The Road film tie-in”, p.77, Pan Macmillan

• And perhaps beyond those shrouded swells another man did walk with another child on the dead gray sands. Slept but a sea apart on another beach among the bitter ashes of the world or stood in their rags lost to the same indifferent sun.

  Cormac McCarthy

  Beach, Children, Men

  Cormac McCarthy (2010). “The Road”, p.234, Pan Macmillan

• See the child. He is pale and thin, he wears a thin and ragged linen shirt. He stokes the scullery fire.

  Cormac McCarthy

  Children, Fire, Shirts

  Cormac McCarthy (2015). “Blood Meridian: Picador Classic”, p.3, Pan Macmillan

• He could not construct for the child's pleasure the world he'd lost without constructing the loss as well and he thought perhaps the child had known this better than he.

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  Children, Loss, Parent

  Cormac McCarthy (2010). “The Road”, p.163, Pan Macmillan

• This country was filled with violent children orphaned by war.

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  Country, Children, War

  Cormac McCarthy (2010). “Blood Meridian: Or the Evening Redness in the West”, p.335, Vintage

• What could a child know of the darkness of God's plan? Or how flesh is so frail it is hardly more than a dream

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  Dream, Children, Darkness

  Cormac McCarthy (2010). “Suttree”, p.185, Pan Macmillan

• See the hand that nursed the serpent. The fine hasped pipes of her fingerbones. The skin bewenned and speckled. The veins are milkblue and bulby. A thin gold ring set with diamonds. That raised the once child's heart of her to agonies of passion before I was. Here is the anguish of mortality. Hopes wrecked, love sundered. See the mother sorrowing. How everything that I was warned of's come to pass.

  Cormac McCarthy

  Mother, Children, Passion

  Cormac McCarthy (2010). “Suttree”, p.74, Pan Macmillan

• I remember in grammar school the teacher asked if anyone had any hobbies. I was the only one with any hobbies and I had every hobby there was... name anything, no matter how esoteric. I could have given everyone a hobby and still had 40 or 50 to take home.

  Cormac McCarthy

  Teacher, Children, Home

• To have a child when you're older, it wrenches you up out of your nap and makes you look at things, you know, afresh. It forces the world on you. And I think it's a good thing.

  Cormac McCarthy

  Children, Thinking, Naps

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