It’s a life’s work to see yourself for what you really are and even then you might be wrong.

Anyway, you never know what worse luck your bad luck has saved you from.

You think when you wake up in the mornin yesterday dont count. But yesterday is all that does count. What else is there? Your life is made out of the days it’s made out of. Nothin else. You might think you could run away and change your name and I dont know what all. Start over. And then one mornin you wake up and look at the ceilin and guess who’s

He did close his eyes. He closed his eyes and he turned his head and he raised one hand to fend away what could not be fended away.

Yes, Chigurh said. They always say that. But they dont mean it, do they?

You think that as long as you keep looking at me you can put it off.

I’m here and you are there. In a few minutes I will still be here.

Dont look away. I want you to look at me. He looked at Chigurh. He looked at the new day paling all about. Chigurh shot him through the forehead and then stood watching. Watching the capillaries break up in his eyes. The light receding. Watching his own image degrade in that squandered world.

People complain about the bad things that happen to em that they dont deserve but they seldom mention the good. About what they done to deserve them things. I dont recall that I ever give the good Lord all that much cause to smile on me. But he did.