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“He walked out in the gray light and stood and he saw for a brief moment the absolute truth of the world. The cold relentless circling of the intestate earth. Darkness implacable. The blind dogs of the sun in their running. The crushing black vacuum of the universe. And somewhere two hunted animals trembling like ground-foxes in their cover. Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Road

“Suppose you were the last one left? Suppose you did that to yourself?”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Road

“We wouldnt ever eat anybody, would we?
No. Of course not.
Even if we were starving?
We're starving now.
You said we werent.
I said we werent dying. I didnt say we werent starving.
But we wouldnt.
No. We wouldnt.
No matter what.
No. No matter what.
Because we're the good guys.
Yes.
And we're carrying the fire.
And we're carrying the fire. Yes.
Okay.”
― Cormac McCarthy

“Why does every road eventually narrow into a point at the horizon? Because that's where the point lies.”
― Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration

“He walked to the top of a rise and crouched and watched the day accrue. The chary dawn, the cold illucid world.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Road

“Se quedó escuchando el goteo del agua en el bosque. Lecho rocoso, este. El frío y el silencio. Las cenizas del mundo difunto trajinadas de acá para allá por los crudos y transitorios vientos en el vacío. Llevadas, esparcidas y llevadas de nuevo. Todo desencajado de su apuntalamiento. Sin soporte en el viento cinéreo. Sostenido por una respiración, temblorosa y breve. Ojalá mi corazón fuese de piedra.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Road

“His mind was betraying him. Phantoms not heard from in a thousand years rousing slowly from their sleep.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Road

“The most useful virtues, for one who walked on, were flexibility and a willingness to improvise.”
― Rachel Hartman, Tess of the Road

“The refreshing serenity of mountains, streams and more forests in Pennsylvania gave way to small communities and the more thickly-settled towns of New Jersey. And finally, New York City.

It took us six days to get there, and as I crossed the George Washington Bridge I remember thinking how amazing this was. I was back in New York. A city that takes no crap.

I was back amongst Carefree Scamps who I could trust with my life”
― Karl Wiggins, Wrong Planet - Searching for your Tribe

“En sus sueños su pálida novia iba hacia él desde una verde bóveda de ramas. Sus pezones como de marga y sus costillas pintadas de blanco. Llevaba un vestido de gasa y sus cabellos oscuros estaban recogidos con peinetas de marfil, peinetas de concha. Su sonrisa, su mirada baja. Por la mañana volvía a nevar. Cuentas de hielo gris en ristra sobre los cables de electricidad.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Road

“The faint light all about, quivering and sourceless, refracted in the rain of drifting soot.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Road

“The ashes of the late world carried on the bleak and temporal winds to and fro in the void. Carried forth and scattered and carried forth again.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Road

“The shape of the city stood in the grayness like a charcoal drawing sketched across the waste.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Road

“In the draws the smoke coming off the ground like mist and the thin black trees burning on the slopes like heathen candles.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Road

“The boy's candlecolored skin was all but translucent.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Road

“No lists of things to be done. The day providential to itself. The hour. There is no later. This is later.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Road

“We crossed the Mississippi and on to Illinois. At Starved Rock, 100 miles south of Chicago, we followed 40 or 50 bikers with ‘Bikers against Child Abuseâ€� as their colours. Next was Indiana, with foggy river towns and vast farmlands, Amish homes in Ohio with smoke curling from the chimneys, then 43 miles of unbroken forests and prime trout-water rivers in West Virginia. We stayed overnight and ate fresh game pie, although whether we were eating possum, rabbit or raccoon we never discovered.”
― Karl Wiggins, Wrong Planet - Searching for your Tribe

“...dwindling slowly on the road behind him like some storybook peddler from an antique time, dark and bent and spider thin and soon to vanish forever.”
― Cormac McCarthy

“To seek out the upright. No fall but
preceded by a declination. He took great marching steps into the nothingness,
counting them against his return. Eyes closed, arms oaring. Upright to what?
Something nameless in the night, lode or matrix. To which he and the stars were
common satellite. Like the great pendulum in its rotunda scribing through the long
day movements of the universe of which you may say it knows nothing and yet
know it must.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Road

“Polished round and smooth as marbles or lozenges of stone veined and
striped. Black disclets and bits of polished quartz all bright from the mist off the
river.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Road

“Pe-acest drum nu mai e nici un suflet de om de la care să auzi vorba Domnului. S-au dus, iar eu am rămas È™i ei au luat cu ei lumea. ÃŽntrebare: prin ce se deosebeÈ™te ce nu va fi niciodată de ce nu a fost niciodată?”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Road

“Pray for lightning.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Road

“In his stories, his memories, and above all in his dreams, the father in The Road is visited as poignantly and dreadfully as Odysseus or Aeneas by ghosts, by the gibbering shades of the former world that populate the gray sunless hell which he and his son are daily obliged to harrow.”
― Michael Chabon, The Road

“It is in the audacity and single-mindedness with which The Road extends the metaphor of a father's guilt and heartbreak over abandoning his son to shift for himself in a ruined, friendless world that The Road finds its great power to move and horrify the reader.”
― Michael Chabon, The Road

“The journey took about a week each way, and each day had my parents both in its grip. Riding behind my father, I could see that the road had him by the shoulders, by the hair under his driving cap. It took my mother to make him stop. I inherited his nervous energy in the way I can't stop writing on a story. It makes me understand how Ohio had him around the heart, as West Virginia had my mother. Writers and travelers are mesmerized alike by knowing of their destinations. And all the time that we think we're getting there so fast, how slowly we do move.”
― Eudora Welty, On Writing

“«So che il destino è sorprendete, ci mostra cose inverosimili, ci fa vivere dei momenti sconvolgenti, che noi siamo preparati o meno. Il destino è come il futuro, non possiamo sapere in anticipo cosa ci riserverà, è variabile. Gli si deve solo aprire le braccia e accogliere quello che ha deciso di mettere sulla nostra strada. Avresti potuto lasciarmi in quell’area di sosta, tre giorni fa, riprendere la tua strada, andare a fare la tua missione in Alaska da solo, e oggi non saremmo qui a discutere. Hai fatto una scelta, probabilmente incomprensibile visto il personaggio che sei, ma l’hai fatta. E questoâ€� penso che sia opera del destino che vuole che trascorriamo del tempo insieme.»”
― Amheliie & Maryrhage, La strada

“«Non chiedo un impegno,» dico, «né una bella storia d’amore come nei romanzi, Travis. Voglio conoscere la vita, quella vera, quella che ferisce e che fa male. Quella di cui non si comprende il senso, neanche rimuginandoci sopra delle ore, voglio degli incontri, dei momenti unici e straordinari, voglio agire senza pormi domande sul domani. Voglio vivere, Travis, senza restrizione, senza pormi domane.»”
― Amheliie & Maryrhage, La strada

“«Vediâ€� comincio a credere che forse è questo, che sei tu, la mia esperienza.»”
― Amheliie & Maryrhage, La strada

“Se state leggendo queste parole è perché avete deciso di intraprendere questo viaggio insieme ai protagonisti e vi dirò che non ve ne pentirete, perché riderete, soffrirete, vi arrabbierete e alla fine, in fondo al cuore, avrete imparato una lezione importante. Ogni esperienza che la vita ci offre, ci regala emozioni. Non chiudiamoci a riccio davanti a niente e a nessuno. Apprezziamo ogni singolo istante del nostro tempo, perché è prezioso e non torna indietro.”
― Amheliie & Maryrhage, La strada

“My conscience demanded a fresh start, away from memories that left me hitting the skids. It was time for new direction, new steps, and intentional tribulations. It was time to feel the terrain against my soles, to see whether I was in love with the road or just running from accountability.”
― Steven Keith Hunter, Relish In the Tread