_Listen!_ Said the October wind, as it swirled and swooped…

“into the cell, put the basket down upon the magistrate’s”

— Robert McCammon

“The demons almost got me! But glory be to Jesus, and when he arrives on his flying saucer from the planet Jupiter I'll be…

— Robert McCammon

“TWAS SAID better to light a candle than to curse the dark, but in the town of New York in the summer of 1702…

— Robert McCammon

“In later years I would think that no woman’s lips had ever been as red as that bike. No low-slung foreign sports car with…

— Robert McCammon

“In repose his face seemed to become darker still, and as the wattage of those green eyes fell their somber hue made Margritta think…

— Robert McCammon

“Twas said better to light a candle than curse the dark...”

— Robert McCammon

“If you make friends with pain, you have a friend for life.”

— Robert McCammon

“He had turned nine only six days ago, but now he felt very old because Papa wasn’t home yet and those fire-demons were laughing.”

— Robert McCammon

“I couldn’t understand how one human bein’ could do that to another. I couldn’t understand that kind of hate. I mean … what road…

— Robert McCammon

“Life and Death were part of the same puzzle, part of the same strange and miraculous process of growth.”

— Robert McCammon

“the paradox of Man was the fact that one might have been made in the image of God, yet it was often the most…

— Robert McCammon

“...that in this town prostitutes may give sewing lessons to ladies of the church, pirates my be consulted for their opinions on seaworth by…

— Robert McCammon

“The two from Bristol hung in my father’s office. He was a coroner, too, as was my grandfather. I remember my father showing them…

— Robert McCammon

“And still his two-toned shoes pumped the pedals, and the bike’s tires sang, and the dead were ground under where they lay.”

— Robert McCammon

“It was hell's season, and the air smelled of burning children”

— Robert McCammon