The Orchard Keeper, pg 246

"They are gone now. Fled, banished in death or exile, lost, undone. Over the land sun and wind still move to burn and sway the trees, the grasses. No avatar, no scion, no vestige of that people remains. On the lips of the strange race that now dwells there their names are myth, legend, dust. "

--Cormac McCarthy, The Orchard Keeper, pg 246
The final paragraph of the novel.