Cormac McCarthy

each the other's world entire.

If he is not the word of God God never spoke.

If only my heart were stone.

Just remember that the things you put into your head are there forever,

You forget what you want to remember and you remember what you want to forget.

the nights were long and dark and cold beyond anything they'd yet encountered.

He thought if he lived long enough the world at last would all be lost. Like the dying world the newly blind inhabit, all of it slowly fading from memory.

Not all dying words are true and this blessing is no less real for being shorn of its ground.

The color of it moved something in him long forgotten. Make a list. Recite a litany. Remember.

there is no other dream nor other waking world and there is no other tale to tell.