post-apocalypse

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.

The Road, Cormac McCarthy

In what direction did lost men veer?

The Road, Cormac McCarthy

Who is anybody?

The Road, Cormac McCarthy

When your dreams are of some world that never was or of some world that never will be and you are happy again then you will have given up.

The Road, Cormac McCarthy

When we’re all gone at last then there’ll be nobody here but death and his days will be numbered too. He’ll be out in the road there with nothing to do and nobody to do it to. He’ll say: where did everybody go? And that’s how it will be. What’s wrong with that?

The Road, Cormac McCarthy

Perhaps in the world’s destruction it would be possible at last to see how it was made. Oceans, mountains. The ponderous counterspectacle of things ceasing to be. The sweeping waste, hydroptic and coldly secular. The silence.

The Road, Cormac McCarthy

By day the banished sun circles the earth like a grieving mother with a lamp.

The Road, Cormac McCarthy

I like to pretend I’m alone. Completely alone. Maybe post-apocalypse or plague… whatever. No one left to act normal for. No need to hide who I really am. It would be… freeing.

Dexter Morgan, Dexter

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