Frases de Cormac McCarthy

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“Em que é que o que nunca existirá difere do que nunca existiu?”

“Nem todas as palavras prestes a morrer são portadoras da verdade e a bênção que proporcionam não é menos genuína por se ver privada dos seus fundamentos.”

“As pessoas estavam sempre a preparar-se para o futuro. Eu não acreditava nisso. O futuro não se estava a preparar para elas. O futuro nem sabia que elas existiam.”

“E se eu te dissesse que ele é um deus?
O velho abanou a cabeça. Já não acredito em nada disso. Deixei de acreditar há anos. Onde os homens não conseguem viver, os deuses não têm melhor sorte. Vais ver. É melhor estar sozinho.”

“A vida é breve, e passar o tempo todo fazendo o que os outros querem que você faça não é o modo de vivê-la.”

“Como num daqueles jogos que se jogam nas festas. Diz a palavra ao ouvido do seguinte. Por isso, sejamos parcimoniosos. Aquilo que alteramos nas recordações também em a sua realidade, conhecida ou não.”

“O capitão se curvou para trás e cruzou os braços. Estamos lidando aqui é com uma raça de degenerados, disse. Uma raça de mestiços, não muito melhor que negros. E talvez nem isso. Não existe governo no México. Diabo, não existe Deus no México. Nunca vai existir. A gente está lidando com um povo absolutamente incapaz de se governar sozinho. E sabe o que acontece com povos que não conseguem se governar sozinhos? Isso mesmo. Outros vêm e governam por eles.”

“Encheu o copo. Beba, disse. O mundo continua a girar. Temos dança todas as noites e esta não é exceção. O caminho direto e o tortuoso são um só e agora que você está aqui de valem que os anos decorridos desde a última ocasião em que nos encontramos? As lembranças do homem são incertas e o passado que ocorreu difere pouco do passado que não.”

“If you dont respect me what must you think of yourself?”

“Here beyond men's judgments all covenants were brittle.”

“I was afraid I was going to die and then I was afraid I wasnt.”

“My perfect day is sitting in a room with some blank paper. That's heaven. That's gold and anything else is just a waste of time.”

“My daddy used to tell me not to chew on something that was eatin you.”

“The man watched him. Real life is pretty bad?

What do you think?

Well, I think we're still here. A lot of bad things have happened but we're still here.

Yeah.

You don't think that's so great.

It's okay.”

“Ever is a long time. But the boy knew what he knew. That ever is no time at all.”

“It starts when you begin to overlook good manners. Any time you quit hearing Sir and Mam the end is pretty much in sight…”

“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”

“You can find meanness in the least of creatures, but when God made man the devil was at his elbow. A creature that can do anything. Make a machine. And a machine to make the machine. And evil that can run itself a thousand years, no need to tend it.”

“No one can tell you what your life is goin to be, can they?

No.

It's never like what you expected.

Quijada nodded. If people knew the story of their lives how many would then elect to live them?”

“Men say they only learn this but he said that no creature can learn that which his heart has no shape to hold.”

“Life is brief and to have to spend every day of it doing what somebody else wants you to do is not the way to live it.”

“And the dreams so rich in color. How else would death call you? Waking in the cold dawn it all turned to ash instantly. Like certain ancient frescoes entombed for centuries suddenly exposed to the day.”

“All progressions from a higher to a lower order are marked by ruins and mystery and a residue of nameless rage.”

“There is a moon shaped rictus in the streetlamp's globe where a stone has gone and from this aperture there drifts down through the constant helix of aspiring insects a faint and steady rain of the same forms burnt and lifeless.”

“I know your kind, he said. What’s wrong with you is wrong all the way through you.”

“Don't take in no strangers while I'm gone.
She sighed deeply. They ain't a soul in this world but what is a stranger to me, she said.”

“I never knowed there was such a place as this.
I guess there’s probably every kind of place you can think of.”

“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.”

“And she waited again at the front door with it open, poised between the maw of the dead and loveless house and the outer dark like a frail thief.”

“You think people was meaner then than they are now? the deputy said.
The old man was looking out at the flooded town. No, he said, I don't. I think people are the same from the day God first made one.”

“If you could breathe a breath so strong you could blow out the wolf. Like you blow out the copo. Like you blow out the fire from the candela. The wolf is made the way the world is made. You cannot touch the world. You cannot hold it in your hand for it is made of breath only.”

“Where is your country? he said.
I don't know, said John Grady. I don't know where it is. I don't know what happens to country.”

“I could have been somebody in this world wasn’t for him.”

“In that sleep and in sleep to follow the judge did visit. Who would come other? A great shambling mutant, silent and serene. Whatever his antecedents, he was something wholly other than their sum, nor was there system by which to divide him back into his origins for he would not go. Whoever would seek out his history through what unraveling of loins and ledgerbooks must stand at last darkened and dumb at the shore of a void without terminus or origin and whatever science he might bring to bear upon the dusty primal matter blowing down out of the millennia will discover no trace of any ultimate atavistic egg by which to reckon his commencing.”

“The judge smiled. Men are born for games. Nothing else. Every child knows that play is nobler than work. He knows too that the worth or merit of a game is not inherent in the game itself but rather in the value of that which is put at hazard. Games of chance require a wager to have meaning at all. Games of sport involve the skill and strength of the opponents and the humiliation of defeat and the pride of victory are in themselves sufficient stake because they inhere in the worth of the principals and define them. But the trial of chance or trial of worth all games aspire to the condition of war for here that which is wagered swallows up game, player, all.”

“My book or some other book said the judge. What is to be deviates no jot from the book wherein it's writ. How could it? It would be a false book and a false book is no book at all.”

“He lay in the dark thinking of all the things he did not know about his father and he realised that the father he knew was all the father he would ever know.”