Showing posts with label No Country for Old Men. Show all posts
Showing posts with label No Country for Old Men. Show all posts

April 3, 2011

Decisions

"Tell him yes,"
she said.

"Even if you are
dying of fear,

even if you
are sorry later,

because whatever you do,
you will be sorry

all the rest of your life
if you say no."

— Gabriel Garcia Marquez, "Love in the Time of Cholera"
(translated by Edith Grossman)

December 29, 2008

Eyes

The man looked at Chigurh's eyes
for the first time. Blue as lapis.
At once glistening and totally opaque.
Like wet stones.
-- Cormac McCarthy, "No Country for Old Men"