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“In the spaniards heart is a great yearning for freedom, but only his own. A great love for truth and honor in all its forms, but not in its substance. And a deep conviction that nothing can be proven except that it be made to bleed. Virgins, bulls, men. Ultimately God himself.”

Quote by Cormac McCarthy

Work

All the Pretty Horses

Cormac McCarthy's All the Pretty Horses is a compelling narrative that follows a young cowboy's journey across the Texas landscape, delving into the complexities of growing up and the pursuit of self-discovery. more

Author

Cormac McCarthy
Cormac McCarthy

American novelist known for his profound literary style and rich imagination. His notable works include 'The Border Trilogy' and 'No Country for Old Men'. more

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