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.

No Country for Old Men, pg 295

"It's a life's work to see yourself for what you really are and even then you might be wrong."

--Cormac McCarthy, No Country for Old Men, pg 295

No Country for Old Men

"It takes very little to govern good people. Very little. And bad people can't be governed at all. Or if they could I never heard of it."

-Cormac McCarthy, No Country for Old Men