"The Road" is a post-apocalyptic novel by Cormac McCarthy -- the tale of a journey taken by a father and his young son over a period of several months, across a landscape blasted by an unnamed cataclysm that destroyed all civilization and, apparently, most life on earth.
The Road follows an unnamed father and son journeying together toward the sea for many months across a post-apocalyptic landscape, some years after a great, unexplained cataclysm. It is revealed via flashback that the boy's mother, pregnant at the time of the disaster, committed suicide after... read more (warning: may contain spoilers)
“He thought if he lived long enough the world at last would be lost. Like the dying world the newly blind inhabit, all of it slowly fading from memory.”
“He walked out into the road and stood. The silence. The salitter drying from the earth. The mudstained shapes of floating cities burned to the waterline. At a crossroads a ground set with dolmen stones where the spoken bones of oracles lay moldering. No sound but the wind. What will you say? A living man spoke these lines? He sharpened a quill with his small penknife to scribe these things in sloe or lampblack? At some reckonable and entabled moment? He is coming to steal my eyes. To seal my mouth with dirt.”
“There is no God and we are his prophets.”
“You forget what you want to remember and you remember what you want to forget.”Papa
“...Look around you. Ever is a long time. But the boy knew what he knew. That ever is no time at all.”
“If you break little promises you'll break big ones. That's what you said.”The Boy
“So, he whispered to the sleeping boy. I have you.”Papa
“If trouble comes when you least expect it then maybe the thing to do is to always expect it.”Papa
“Beggars cant be choosers... that would be asking too much.”
“The frailty of everything revealed at last. Old and troubling issues resolved into nothingness and night. The last instance of a thing takes the class with it.”
“Years later he’d stood in the charred ruins of a library where blackened books lay in pools of water. Shelves tipped over. Some rage at the lies arranged in their thousands row on row. He picked up one the books and thumbed through the heavy bloated pages. He’d not have thought the value of the smallest thing predicated on a world to come. It surprised him. That the space which these things occupied was itself an expectation. He let the book fall and took a last look around and made his way out into the cold gray light.”
“He said: If he is not the word of God God never spoke.”
“Each the other's world entire.”
“•Are we going to die?•Sometime. Not now.•And we're still going south.•Yes.•So we'll be warm.•Yes.”
“•What would you do if I died?•If you died I would want to die too.•So you could be with me?•Yes. So I could be with you.”
“•Just remember that the things you put into your head are there forever•You forget what you want to remember and you remember what you want to forget.”
“•The boy was all that stood between him and death.”
“•All the trees in the world are going to fall sooner or later. But not on us.”
“•The day providential to itself. The hour. There is no later. This is later.”
“•They are going to rape us and kill us and eat us and you wont face it. You'd rather wait for it to happen. But I cant. I cant.”
“•They say that women dream of danger to those in their care and men of danger to themselves. But I dont dream at all.”
“•If they find you you are going to have to do it. Do you understand? Shh. No crying. Do you hear me? You know how to do it. You put it in your mouth and point it up. Do it quick and hard.”
“•We wouldnt ever eat anybody, would we?•No. Of course not. Because we're the good guys And we're carrying the fire.”
“•Crate upon crate of canned goods. Tomatoes, peaches, beans, apricots. Canned hams. Corned beef. Hundreds of gallons of water in ten gallon plastic jerry jugs. Paper towels, toiletpaper, paper plates. Plastic trashbags stuffed with blankets.”
“•Do you wish you would die?•No. But I might wish I had died. When you're alive you've always got that ahead of you.•Or you might wish you'd never been born.•Well. Beggars cant be choosers.•Nobody wants to be here and nobody wants to leave.”
“•How would you know if you were the last man on earth? he said.•I dont guess you would know it. You'd just be it.•Nobody would know it.•It wouldnt make any difference. When you die it's the same as if everybody else did too.•I guess God would know it. Is that it?•There is no God.•No?•There is no God and we are his prophets.”
“•When we're all gone at last then there'll be nobody here but death and his days will be numbered too. He'll be out in the road there with nothing to do and nobody to do it to. He'll say: Where did everybody go?”
“•There were few nights lying in the dark that he did not envy the dead.”
“•Are you real brave?•Just medium.•What's the bravest thing you ever did?•He spat into the road a bloody phlegm. Getting up this morning, he said.”
“•Is it real? The fire?•Yes it is.•Where is it? I dont know where it is.•Yes you do. It's inside you. It was always there. I can see it.•I'll talk to you every day, he whispered. And I wont forget. No matter what.”
“It's snowing the boy said. He looked at the sky. A single grey flake sifting down. He caught it in his hand and watched it expire there like the last host of christendom.”
“The day providential to itself. The hour. There is no later. This is later. All things of grace and beauty such as one holds them to one's heart have a common provenance in pain. Their birth in grief and ashes. So, he whispered to the boy. I have you.”
“He thought each memory recalled must do some violence to its origins. As in a party game. Say the word pass and pass it on. So be sparing. What you alter in the remembering has yet a reality, known or not.”
“- We used to talk about death, she said. We dont any more. Why is that? - I dont know. - It's because it's here. There's nothing left to talk about. - I wouldnt leave you. - I dont care. It's meaningless. You can think of me as a faithless slut if you like. I've taken a new lover. He can give me what you cannot. - Death is not a lover. - Oh yes he is.”The Man and The Mother
“He said if he were God he would have made the world just so and no different.”
“He Knew only that the child was his warrant. He said: If he is not the word of God God never spoke.”
“The soft black talc blew through the streets like squid ink uncoiling along a sea floor and the cold crept down and the dark came early and the scavengers passing down the steep canyons with their torches trod silky holes in the drifted ash that closed behind them silently as eyes. (pg 181)”
“He thought that in the history of the world it might even be that there was more punishment than crime but he took small comfort from it.”Papa
“Query: How does the never to be differ from what never was?””
“"When did you eat last?" "I dont know." "You dont remember." "I ate just now." "Do you want to eat with us?" " I don't know." "You don't know?" " Eat what?" "Maybe some beef stew, with crackers, and coffee." "What do i have to do?" "Tell us where the world went."”Papa and The Old Man
“"They lay listening. Can you do it? When the time come? When the time comes there will be no time. Now is the time. Curse God and die. What if it doesnt fire? It has to fire. What if it doesnt fire? Could you crush that beloved skull with a rock? Is there such a being within you of which you know nothing? Can there be? Hold him in your arms. Just so. The soul is quick. Pull him toward you. Kiss him. Quickly.”Papa thinking
“He'd stop and lean on the cart and the boy would go on and then stop and look back and he would raise his weeping eyes and see him standing there in the road looking back at him from some unimaginable future, glowing in that waste like a tabernacle.”
“•What is it?•Nothing. I had a bad dream.•What did you dream about?•Nothing.•Are you okay?•No.•He put his arms around him and held him. It's okay, he said.•I was crying. But you didnt wake up.•I'm sorry. I was just so tired.•I meant in the dream.”Papa, The Boy
“"Perhaps in the world's destruction it would be possible at last to see how it was made"”
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gryke in the stone and there he crouched coughing and he coughed for a long time. Then he just knelt in the ashes. He raised his face to the paling day. Are you there? he whispered. Will I see you at the last? Have you a neck by which to throttle you? Have you a heart? Damn you eternally have you a soul? Oh God, he whispered. Oh God.Highlighted by 150 Kindle customers
One of the unusual things about this book is there are no chapters; an additional space between paragraphs is all that signals moving on to another scene.
High School - it is easy to read but it has a lot of death and mature themes
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