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Quote by Cormac McCarthy

“How would you know if you were the last man on Earth? He said. I don't guess you would know it. You'd just be it.”

Work

Cormac McCarthy's 'The Road' is a profound and moving narrative that explores themes of survival, love, and hope in a world decimated by an unspecified disaster. The story follows a father and his young son as they journey through a desolate landscape, seeking safety and warmth amidst the remnants of a civilization. The narrative is spare and poetic, offering a poignant look at the resilience of the human spirit in the face of unimaginable adversity. more

Author

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

“Often people request prayers for deliverance, inner healing, or physical healing. But more frequently they simply want a man or woman to whom they can turn--not because of what this person is able to do but because of what he or she is: a person who makes them feel wanted, a friend to love them, one who generates an atmosphere of warmth and trust in which they are able to love in return.”

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Book:Souvenirs of Solitude: Finding Rest in Abba's Embrace

Source: Souvenirs of Solitude: Finding Rest in Abba's Embrace

“Solitude is a gift you give yourself every day.”

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Book:Celebrating Solitude

Source: Celebrating Solitude

“I don't like crowds of any kind. A dinner party of more than six people is not, for me, a pleasure. I get less social as I get older... I am very resistant to anything that keeps me away from the business of making these journeys into the fantastique. They are my reason for being on the planet, as far as I can comprehend, and I pursue them to the cost of almost anything.”

Solitude

Author:Clive Barker

“Solitude became, for me, an interesting mosaic of broken pieces, a place where the neglected parts of myself get collected—for better and for worse, sometimes barely tolerated and sometimes arranged into lovely patterns.”