People complain about the bad things that happen to em that they don't deserve but they seldom mention the good. About what they done to deserve them… - Cormac McCarthy

The truth is that the forms I see have been slowly emptied out. They no longer have any content. They are shapes only. A train, a wall, a world. Or a man. A thing dangling in senseless articulation in a howling void. No meaning to its life. Its words. Why would I seek the company of such a thing? Why?

Schopenhauer says somewhere that if the entire universe should vanish the only thing left would be music.

You think people was meaner then than they are now? the deputy said. The old man was looking out at the flooded town. No, he said, I don't. I think people are the same from the day God first made one. (p.158)