Cormac McCarthy

Award won Role or nomination

1. 1933 age 0

   Born

2. 2007 age 74

   CreditNo Country for Old Menscreenwriter

3. 2009 age 76

   CreditThe Roadscreenwriter

4. 2013 age 80

   CreditThe Counselorexecutive producer

   CreditThe Counselorscreenwriter

5. 2023 age 89

   Died

• GDGarret Dillahunt2 titles
• JBJavier Bardem2 titles
• NWNick Wechsler2 titles
• NDNatalie Dormer1 title
• RDRobert Duvall1 title
• BPBrad Pitt1 title
• RSRidley Scott1 title
• GFGiannina Facio1 title
• PSPietro Scalia1 title
• AMArthur Max1 title

• Influenced by

  • WFWilliam Faulkner

Nothing recorded for: Spouse, Partner, Parents, Children, Siblings, Studied under, Taught.

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  Photo:From dust jacket: "Photograph of Cormac McCarthy by David Styles"Public domain

• There's no such thing as life without bloodshed. I think the notion that the species can be improved in some way, that everyone could live in harmony, is a really dangerous idea. Those who are afflicted with this notion are the first ones to give up their souls, their freedom. Your desire that it be that way will enslave you and make your life vacuous.

  Cormac McCarthy, CC BY-SA 4.0

• I'm not interested in writing short stories. Anything that doesn't take years of your life and drive you to suicide hardly seems worth doing.

  Cormac McCarthy, CC BY-SA 4.0

• I don't think goodness is something that you learn. If you're left adrift in the world to learn goodness from it, you would be in trouble.

  Cormac McCarthy, CC BY-SA 4.0

• Yes, he said. I busted him and he busted me. That's fair, ain't it?<BR>The boy was still silent, calmly incredulous.<BR>No, Sylder went on, I ain't forgettin about jail. You think because he arrested me that throws it off again I reckon? I don't. It's his job. It's what he gets paid for. To arrest people that break the law. And I didn't jest break the law, I made a livin at it.

  Cormac McCarthy, CC BY-SA 4.0

• The man sat watching the road, the weedstem twirling in his mouth and the threadthin shadow of it going long and short upon his face like a sundial's hand beneath a sun berserk.

  Cormac McCarthy, CC BY-SA 4.0

• And as he lay there a far crack of lightning went bluely down the sky and bequeathed him in an embryonic bird's first fissured vision of the world and transpiring instant and outrageous from dark to dark a final view of the grotto and the shapeless white plasm struggling upon the rich and incunabular moss like a lank swamp hare.

  Cormac McCarthy, CC BY-SA 4.0