Frases de Cormac McCarthy

Cormac McCarthy é um escritor norte-americano.Na juventude serviu na Força Aérea dos Estados Unidos durante quatro anos, e estudou Artes na Universidade do Tennessee. É vencedor do National Book Award, do National Book Critics Circle Award e do Prémio Pulitzer de Ficção 2007.

Em 40 anos de carreira literária, produziu nove romances, entre eles Todos os Belos Cavalos, A Travessia e Cidade das Planícies, que o autor batizou de Trilogia da Fronteira. Onde os Velhos Não Têm Vez, lançado nos Estados Unidos em 2005, foi adaptado para o cinema pelos irmãos Joel e Ethan Coen, em seu filme No Country for Old Men, lançado em 2007 e vencedor do prêmio Oscar de melhor filme, em 2008. Avesso a entrevistas, Cormac McCarthy gosta de manter sua privacidade.

O escritor tem sido comparado nos últimos anos a outros grandes nomes do romance contemporâneo norte-americano, como Don Delillo, Philip Roth ou Thomas Pynchon.

No Brasil, McCarthy já foi publicado pela Editora Objetiva, pelo selo Alfaguara e pela Cia. das Letras, com os títulos Onde os Velhos Não Tem Vez, A Estrada, Meridiano de Sangue, Todos os Belos Cavalos, A Travessia e Cidade das Planícies. Wikipedia  

✵ 20. Julho 1933   •   Outros nomes کورمک مک‌کارتی
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A Estrada
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Blood Meridian
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Meridiano de sangue
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Cormac McCarthy Frases famosas

Cormac McCarthy: Frases em inglês

“I knew that what I was seeking to discover was a thing I'd always known. That all courage was a form of constancy. That it was always himself that the coward abandoned first. After this all other betrayals came easily.”

Cormac McCarthy livro All the Pretty Horses

Variante: Long before morning I knew that what I was seeking to discover was a thing I'd always known. That all courage was a form of constancy. That it is always himself that the coward abandoned first. After this all other betrayals come easily.
Fonte: All the Pretty Horses

“You never know what worse luck your bad luck has saved you from.”

Cormac McCarthy livro No Country for Old Men

Fonte: No Country for Old Men (2005)

“Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.”

Cormac McCarthy livro All the Pretty Horses

Fonte: All the Pretty Horses

“Whatever exists, he [the judge] said. Whatever in creation exists without my knowledge exists without my consent.”

Blood Meridian (1985)
Fonte: Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West

“He imagined the pain of the world to be like some formless parasitic being seeking out the warmth of human souls wherein to incubate and he thought he knew what made one liable to its visitations. What he had not known was that it was mindless and so had no way to know the limits of those souls and what he feared was that there might be no limits.”

Cormac McCarthy livro All the Pretty Horses

All the Pretty Horses (1992)
Contexto: He lay listening to the horse crop the grass at his stakerope and he listened to the wind in the emptiness and watched stars trace the arc of the hemisphere and die in the darkness at the edge of the world and as he lay there the agony in his heart was like a stake. He imagined the pain of the world to be like some formless parasitic being seeking out the warmth of human souls wherein to incubate and he thought he knew what made one liable to its visitations. What he had not known was that it was mindless and so had no way to know the limits of those souls and what he feared was that there might be no limits.

“He thought the world's heart beat at some terrible cost and that the world's pain and its beauty moved in a relationship of diverging equity and that in this headlong deficit the blood of multitudes might ultimately be exacted for the vision of a single flower.”

Cormac McCarthy livro All the Pretty Horses

All the Pretty Horses (1992)
Contexto: He remembered Alejandra and the sadness he'd first seen in the slope of her shoulders which he'd presumed to understand and of which he knew nothing and he felt a loneliness he'd not known since he was a child and he felt wholly alien to the world although he loved it still. He thought that in the beauty of the world were hid a secret. He thought the world's heart beat at some terrible cost and that the world's pain and its beauty moved in a relationship of diverging equity and that in this headlong deficit the blood of multitudes might ultimately be exacted for the vision of a single flower.

“You think when you wake up in the mornin yesterday dont count. But yesterday is all that does count. What else is there? Your life is made out of the days it's made out of. Nothin else.”

Cormac McCarthy livro No Country for Old Men

Fonte: No Country for Old Men (2005)
Contexto: You think when you wake up in the mornin yesterday dont count. But yesterday is all that does count. What else is there? Your life is made out of the days it's made out of. Nothin else. You might think you could run away and change your name and I dont know what all. Start over. And then one mornin you wake up and look at the ceilin and guess who's layin there?

“Between the wish and the thing the world lies waiting.”

Cormac McCarthy livro All the Pretty Horses

Fonte: All the Pretty Horses

“War is the ultimate game because war is at last a forcing of the unity of existence. War is god.”

The judge
Blood Meridian (1985)
Fonte: Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West

“I can normally tell how intelligent a man is by how stupid he thinks I am.”

Cormac McCarthy livro All the Pretty Horses

Fonte: All the Pretty Horses

“If only my heart were stone.”

Cormac McCarthy livro A Estrada

Fonte: The Road

“He stood at the window of the empty cafe and watched the activities in the square and he said that it was good that God kept the truths of life from the young as they were starting out or else they'd have no heart to start at all.”

Cormac McCarthy livro All the Pretty Horses

Fonte: All the Pretty Horses (1992)
Contexto: He thought he'd be an object of some curiosity but the people he saw only nodded gravely to him and passed on. He carried the bucket back into the store and went down the street to where there was a small cafe and he entered and sat at one of the three small wooden tables. The floor of the cafe was packed mud newly swept and he was the only customer. He stood the rifle against the wall and ordered huevos revueltos and a cup of chocolate and he sat and waited for it to come and then he ate very slowly. The food was rich to his taste and the chocolate was made with canela and he drank it and ordered another and folded a tortilla and ate and watched the horses standing in the square across the street and watched the girls. They'd hung the gazebo with crepe and it looked like a festooned brush-pile. The proprietor showed him great courtesy and brought him fresh tortillas hot from the comal and told him that there was to be a wedding and that it would be a pity if it rained. He inquired where he might be from and showed surprise he'd come so far. He stood at the window of the empty cafe and watched the activities in the square and he said that it was good that God kept the truths of life from the young as they were starting out or else they'd have no heart to start at all.