Quote by: Cormac McCarthy

He rose and turned toward the lights of town. The tidepools bright as smelterpots among the dark rocks where the phosphorescent seacrabs clambered back. Passing through the salt grass he looked back. The horse had not moved. A ship's light winked in the swells. The colt stood against the horse with its head down and the horse was watching, out there past men's knowing, where the stars are drowning and whales ferry their vast souls through the black and seamless sea.


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Author Bio


  • NameCormac McCarthy
  • DescriptionAmerican novelist, playwright, and screenwriter
  • AliasesCharles McCarthy
  • BornJuly 20, 1933
  • CountryUnited States Of America
  • ProfessionWriter; Novelist; Playwright; Screenwriter
  • WorksSuttree; Blood Meridian; All The Pretty Horses; The Border Trilogy; No Country For Old Men; The Road
  • AwardsPEN/Faulkner Award For Fiction; National Book Award; Pulitzer Prize For Fiction; Maltese Falcon Award; Guggenheim Fellowship; MacArthur Fellows Program; James Tait Black Memorial Prize; Lillian Smith Book Award