Quote of the Day: 22 March, 2015

“He remembered waking once on such a night to the clatter of crabs in the pan where he’d left steak bones from the night before. Faint deep coals of the driftwood fire pulsing in the onshore wind. Lying under a myriad of stars. The sea’s black horizon. He rose and walked out and stood barefoot in the sand and watched the pale surf appear all down the shore and roll and crash and darken again.”

– Cormac McCarthy, The Road

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