The things that I loved were very frail. Very fragile. I didn't know that. I thought they were indestructible. They weren't.
Cormac McCarthy, The Sunset Limited
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Lit bros are checking themselves into ICUs over their favorite cowboy man’s latest book
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Keep a little fire burning; however small, however hidden.
~Cormac McCarthy
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Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.
Cormac McCarthy
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"One thing about Book-Chigurh that no one discusses is how little description the novel provides about him.
The most you have is an alien cologne, a foreign appearance, his ostrich boots, and, most importantly, his deep blue eyes.
The impression I always had in my mind's eye was those two eyes staring at me from a dark alleyway with the ghost of a silhouette."
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Do you give up your dreams in order to escape your nightmares?
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- Blood Meridian or The Evening Redness In The West, 1985
R.I.P. Cormac McCarthy
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My first test illustration based on the book "Blood Meridian or The Evening Redness in the West" by Cormac McCarthy.
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color study from No Country For Old Men
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And they are dancing, the board floor slamming under the jackboots and the fiddlers grinning hideously over their canted pieces. Towering over them all is the judge and he is naked dancing, his small feet lively and quick and now in double-time and bowing to the ladies, huge and pale and hairless, like an enormous infant. He never sleeps, he says. He says he’ll never die. He bows to the fiddlers and sashays backward and throws back his head and laughs deep in his throat and he is a great favorite, the judge. He wafts his hat and the lunar dome of his skull passes palely under the lamps and he swings about and takes possession of one of the fiddles and he pirouettes and makes a pass, two passes, dancing and fiddling at once. His feet are light and nimble. He never sleeps. He says that he will never die. He dances in light and in shadow and he is a great favorite. He never sleeps, the judge. He is dancing, dancing. He says that he will never die.
(added the music, myself 😊)
🎻 Artwork: The Judge - Aleksey Efremov
🎻 Music: Devil's Trill Sonata - Giuseppe Tartini
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You forget what you want to remember, and you remember what you want to forget.
Cormac McCarthy
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You forget what you want to remember, and you remember what you want to forget.
Cormac McCarthy
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