In those first years the roads were peopled with refugees shrouded up in their clothing. Wearing masks and goggles, sitting in their rags by the side of the road like ruined aviators.
…from Cormac McCarthy‘s perfect novel, The Road.
It doesn’t even know you’re here…
People were always getting ready for tomorrow. I didn’t believe in that. Tomorrow wasn’t getting ready for them. It didn’t even know they were there.
…from The Road, by a fellow redneck from the Southern Appalachians, Cormac McCarthy.