I have never connected with any artist as much as I have with Cormac McCarthy. His writing brings forth feelings and ideas that seem to have always existed inside me but were waiting for his words to take shape.
Throughout his work runs a line of thought that is never explicitly explained or can be easily summarized but some of his sentences and paragraphs nod at it. Here's one of my favorites:
"He thought that in the beauty of the world were hid a secret. He thought that the world’s heart beat at some terrible cost and that the world’s pain and its beauty moved in a relationship of diverging equity and that in this headlong deficit the blood of multitudes might ultimately be exacted for the vision of a single flower."
Throughout his work runs a line of thought that is never explicitly explained or can be easily summarized but some of his sentences and paragraphs nod at it. Here's one of my favorites:
"He thought that in the beauty of the world were hid a secret. He thought that the world’s heart beat at some terrible cost and that the world’s pain and its beauty moved in a relationship of diverging equity and that in this headlong deficit the blood of multitudes might ultimately be exacted for the vision of a single flower."