Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West Quotes

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Your heart's desire is to be told some mystery. The mystery is that there is no mystery.

Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West

This country was filled with violent children orphaned by war.

Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West

It's a mystery. A man's at odds to know his mind cause his mind is aught he has to know it with. He can know his heart, but he dont want to. Rightly so. Best not to look in there. It aint the heart of a creature that is bound in the way that God has ...

Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West

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

Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West

A man seeks his own destiny and no other, said the judge. Will or nill. Any man who could discover his own fate and elect therefore some opposite course could only come at last to that selfsame reckoning at the same appointed time, for each man's des...

Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West

A man seeks his own destiny and no other, said the judge. Wil or nill. Any man who could discover his own fate and elect therefore some opposite course could only come at last to that selfsame reckoning at the same appointed time, for each man's dest...

Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West

This is an orchestration for an event. For a dance in fact. The participants will be apprised of their roles at the proper time. For now it is enough that they have arrived. As the dance is the thing with which we are concerned and contains complete ...

Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West

There is no such joy in the tavern as upon the road thereto.

Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West

The man who believes that the secrets of the world are forever hidden lives in mystery and fear. Superstition will drag him down. The rain will erode the deeds of his life. But that man who sets himself the task of singling out the thread of order fr...

Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West

Whatever in creation exists without my knowledge exists without my consent.

Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West

But that man who sets himself the task of singling out the thread of order from the tapestry (of life) will by the decision alone have taken charge of the world and it is only by such taking charge of the world that he will effect a way to dictate th...

Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West

The truth about the world, he said, is that anything is possible. Had you not seen it all from birth and thereby bled it of its strangeness it would appear to you for what it is, a hat trick in a medicine show, a fevered dream, a trance bepopulate wi...

Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West

The judge like a great ponderous djinn stepped through the fire and the flames delivered him up as if he were in some way native to their element.

Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West

It was a lone tree burning on the desert. A heraldic tree that the passing storm had left afire. The solitary pilgrim drawn up before it had traveled far to be here and he knelt in the hot sand and held his numbed hands out while all about in that ci...

Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West

Here beyond men's judgments all covenants were brittle.

Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West

Deployed upon that plain they moved in a constant elision, ordained agents of the actual dividing out the world which they encountered and leaving what had been and what would never be alike extinguished on the ground behind them.

Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West

Now the son whose father's existance in this world is historical and speculative even before the son has entered it in a bad way. All his life he carries before him the idol of a perfection to which he can never attain. The father dead has euchered h...

Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West

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.

Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West