Lines from “The Road”

“Luna 7, Subiaco,” 1967, William Congdon.

Reading Cormac McCarthy’s 2006 The Road. A few lines:
“Do you wish you would die?
No. But I might wish I had died. When you’re alive you’ve always got that ahead of you.
Or you might wish you’d never been born.
Well. Beggars can’t be choosers.”

“There is no God and we are his prophets.”

Most of the time the book goes on that way, but every once in a while McCarthy pops out something like this:
"Out on the roads the pilgrims sank down and fell over and died and the bleak and shrouded earth went trundling past the sun and returned again as trackless and as unremarked as the path of any nameless sisterworld in the ancient dark beyond.”