He was swept with a sadness, a sadness deep and penetrating, leaving him desolate like someone washed up on a beach, a lone survivor in a world full of strangers. — Robert Cormier Copy Share Image
...pain reaches a certain point and does not get worse but remains in all its intensity and you can survive it. — Robert Cormier Copy Share Image
It came to me that hell would not be fire and smoke after all but arctic, everything white and frigid. Hell would be not… — Robert Cormier Copy Share Image
I don't like to think in terms of writing ten or twelve pages a day. Usually I'm writing a scene, and it's always with… — Robert Cormier Copy Share Image
“Mr. Sinclair once asked the class to make a list of the ten most beautiful words in the English language, and the only word… — Robert Cormier Copy Share Image
The earliest influence on me was the movies of the thirties when I was growing up. Those were stories. If you look at them… — Robert Cormier Copy Share Image
“He was afraid that his body would come loose, all his bones spilling out like a building collapsing, like a picket fence clattering apart.” — Robert Cormier Copy Share Image
I have always had a sense that we are all pretty much alone in life, particularly in adolescence. — Robert Cormier Copy Share Image
I don't mean to be insolent. I'm truthful. I tell the truth and the truth sometimes hurts. For instance, you have bad breath, Lieutenant.… — Robert Cormier Copy Share Image
The beautiful part of writing is that you don't have to get it right the first time, unlike, say, a brain surgeon. You can… — Robert Cormier Copy Share Image
That's what Archie did - built a house nobody could anticipate a need for, except himself, a house that was invisible to everyone else. — Robert Cormier Copy Share Image
“They tell you to do your own thing but they don't mean it. They don't want you to do your thing, not unless it… — Robert Cormier Copy Share Image
