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“In the end we all come to be cured of our sentiments. Those whom life does not cure, death will. The world is quite ruthless in selecting between the dream and the reality even where we will not. Between the wish and the thing, the world lies waiting.”

Quote by Cormac McCarthy

Book:All the Pretty Horses
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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

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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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