Cormac McCarthy Zitate

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„Ich kann nicht anders.“

„Was ist das höchste, dass du je beim Münze-werfen verloren hast?“

„Soll ich dir eine Geschichte erzählen?
Nein.
Warum nicht?
Der Junge sah ihn an und wandte den Blick ab.
Warum nicht?
Diese Geschichten sind nicht wahr.
Das müssen sie auch nicht sein. Es sind Geschichten.
Ja. Aber in den Geschichten helfen wir andauernd jemanden, dabei tun wir das in Wirklichkeit gar nicht.
Warum erzählst du mir nicht eine Geschichte?
Ich will nicht.
Okay.
Ich habe keine Geschichten zu erzählen.
Du könntest mir eine Geschichte über dich selbst erzählen.
Die Geschichten über mich kennst du alle. Du warst dabei.
Du hast Geschichten in deinem Inneren, von denen ich nichts weiß.
Du meinst, so was wie Träume?
Ja. Oder einfach Sachen, über die du nachdenkst.
Ja, aber Geschichten sollen doch schön sein.
Nicht unbedingt.
Du erzählst immer schöne Geschichten.
Kennst du denn keine schönen?
Meine haben mehr mit dem wirklichen Leben zu tun.
Und meine nicht?
Deine nicht. Nein.
Der Mann betrachtete ihn. Und das wirkliche Leben ist ziemlich übel?
Was denkst du denn?
Tja, ich denke, es gibt uns noch. Es sind viele schlimme Sachen passiert, aber es gibt uns immer noch.
Ja.
Du findest das nicht so toll.
Es ist okay.“

“I will do what I promised." He whispered. "No matter what. I will not send you into the darkness alone.”

“But there are no absolutes in human misery and things can always get worse”

“If the rule you followed brought you to this, of what use was the rule?”

“Probably I dont believe in a lot of things that I used to believe in but that doesnt mean I dont believe in anything.”

“I always thought when I got older that God would sort of come into my life in some way. He didn't. I don't blame him. If I was him I'd have the same opinion about me that he does.”

“I got what I needed instead of what I wanted and that's just about the best kind of luck you can have.”

“Just remember that the things you put into your head are there forever, he said.”

“On this road there are no godspoke men. They are gone and I am left and they have taken with them the world.”

“It is personal. That's what an education does. It makes the world personal.”

“I think that when the lies are all told and forgot the truth will be there yet. It dont move about from place to place and it dont change from time to time. You cant corrupt it any more than you can salt salt.”

“All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one's heart have a common provenance in pain. Their birth in grief and ashes.”

“Best way to live in California is to be from somewheres else.”

“The world is quite ruthless in selecting between the dream and the reality, even where we will not.”

“If there's one thing on this planet you don't look like it's a bunch of good luck walkin around.”

“All the time you spend tryin to get back what's been took from you there's more goin out the door. After a while you just try and get a tourniquet on it.”

“The closest bonds we will ever know are bonds of grief. The deepest community one of sorrow.”

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

“Nor does God whisper through the trees. His voice is not to be mistaken. When men hear it they fall to their knees and their souls are riven and they cry out to Him and there is no fear but only wildness of heart that springs from such longing…”

“Carry the fire.”

“They spoke less and less between them until at last they were silent altogether as is often the way with travelers approaching the end of a journey.”

“What he could bear in the waking world he could not by night and he sat awake for fear the dream would return.”

“I tried to put things in perspective but sometimes you're just too close to it.”

“Every day is a lie. But you are dying. That is not a lie.”

“I have no enemies. I dont permit such a thing.”

“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.”

“Scared money can’t win and a worried man can’t love.”

“You are either born a writer or you are not.”

“Suppose you were the last one left? Suppose you did that to yourself?”

“The things that I loved were very frail. Very fragile. I didn't know that. I thought they were indestructible. They weren't.”