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But you'd sell your soul for it, wouldn't you? For one day of feeling beautiful.
— Julie Anne Peters
A man of forty-five can consider himself still young till the moment comes when he realises that he has children old enough to fall in love.
— Giuseppe Tomasi Di Lampedusa
Suppose you were the last one left? Suppose you did that to yourself?
— Cormac McCarthy
The shape of the city stood in the grayness like a charcoal drawing sketched across the waste.
— Cormac McCarthy
There is no such joy in the tavern as upon the road thereto.
— Cormac McCarthy
The faint light all about, quivering and sourceless, refracted in the rain of drifting soot.
— Cormac McCarthy
In the dark glass where the road poured down their cigarettes rose and fell like distant semaphores above the soft green dawn of the dashlights.
— Cormac McCarthy
What's the bravest thing you ever did?
He spat in the road a bloody phlegm. Getting up this morning, he said. — Cormac McCarthy
He spat in the road a bloody phlegm. Getting up this morning, he said. — Cormac McCarthy
However difficult life may seem, there is always something you can do and succeed at.
— Stephen Hawking
Sex scenes are always a little uncomfortable at first.
— Dakota Johnson
The boy's candlecolored skin was all but translucent.
— Cormac McCarthy
He walked to the top of a rise and crouched and watched the day accrue. The chary dawn, the cold illucid world.
— Cormac McCarthy
On this road there are no godspoke men. They are gone and I am left and they have taken with them the world.
— Cormac McCarthy
In the draws the smoke coming off the ground like mist and the thin black trees burning on the slopes like heathen candles.
— Cormac McCarthy
Dwindling slowly on the road behind him like some storybook peddler from an antique time, dark and bent and spider thin and soon to vanish forever.
— Cormac McCarthy
His mind was betraying him. Phantoms not heard from in a thousand years rousing slowly from their sleep.
— Cormac McCarthy
A rich smell of woodsmoke hung over the road.
— Cormac McCarthy
Life is a mask through which the universe expresses itself.
— Frank Herbert