“That boy. That stupid little foolish boy took their money, and he ran. Back to Zephyr, back to the clean hills, back where he could think. And then that book came out, with the boy’s name on it, and he… — Robert McCammon Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share
“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 Copy Share
“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 Copy Share
“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 Copy Share
“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 Copy Share
“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 Copy Share
“Life and Death were part of the same puzzle, part of the same strange and miraculous process of growth.” — Robert McCammon Copy Share
“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 Copy Share
“...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 Copy Share
“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 Copy Share
“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 Copy Share
