“One Step...and then the next gets you where you're going." - Sister Creep” — Robert R. McCammon Copy Share Image
“There was lightning behind Mr. Sayre's eyes, and it was looking for a place to strike.” — Robert R. McCammon Copy Share Image
“His hair was think and curly and reddish-brown, his eyes a clear ice blue; Ramona had told him many times that she could see… — Robert R. McCammon Copy Share Image
“The truth of life is that every year we get farther away from the essence that is born within us. We get shouldered with… — Robert R. McCammon Copy Share Image
“It seemed to Billy that no matter how far you walked, you never really got to the end of things.” — Robert R. McCammon Copy Share Image
“The sharp white steeple of the Hawthorne First Baptist Church stuck up through the leafless trees like an admonishing finger.” — Robert R. McCammon Copy Share Image
“I hoped she would never lock her smile away, and forget where she'd put the key.” — Robert R. McCammon Copy Share Image
They say that somewhere in Africa the elephants have a secret grave where they go to lie down, unburden their wrinkled gray bodies, and… — Robert R. McCammon Copy Share Image
Maybe crazy is what they call anybody who's got magic in them after they're no longer a child. — Robert R. McCammon Copy Share Image
“I couldn't picture heaven. How could a place be any good at all if it didn't have the things there you enjoyed doing? If… — Robert R. McCammon Copy Share Image
“This was a dank, sinister chill: the chill of shadows where poison toadstools grown, their ruddy colors beckoning a child to come, come take… — Robert R. McCammon Copy Share Image
“Put one foot forward and the other will get you to where you are going~!" Bag Lady, Swan Song” — Robert R. McCammon Copy Share Image
“Grigsby had looked at him askance. “Why is it,” he said, “that I have the distinct impression you’re not surprised by this news?” ‘Surprised… — Robert R. McCammon Copy Share Image
We all start out knowing magic. We are born with whirlwinds, forest fires, and comets inside us. We are born able to sing to… — Robert R. McCammon Copy Share Image
“If you were my girlfriend I would give you a hundred lightning bugs in a green glass jar, so you could always see your… — Robert R. McCammon Copy Share Image
