Robert R. McCammon

“There was lightning behind Mr. Sayre's eyes, and it was looking for a place to strike.”

— Robert R. McCammon

“His hair was think and curly and reddish-brown, his eyes a clear ice blue; Ramona had told him many times that she…

— Robert R. McCammon

“...hot shouts of neon...”

— Robert R. McCammon

“The truth of life is that every year we get farther away from the essence that is born within us. We get…

— Robert R. McCammon

“It seemed to Billy that no matter how far you walked, you never really got to the end of things.”

— Robert R. McCammon

“The sharp white steeple of the Hawthorne First Baptist Church stuck up through the leafless trees like an admonishing finger.”

— Robert R. McCammon

“I hoped she would never lock her smile away, and forget where she'd put the key.”

— Robert R. McCammon

They say that somewhere in Africa the elephants have a secret grave where they go to lie down, unburden their wrinkled gray…

— Robert R. McCammon

Maybe crazy is what they call anybody who's got magic in them after they're no longer a child.

— Robert R. McCammon

“I couldn't picture heaven. How could a place be any good at all if it didn't have the things there you enjoyed…

— Robert R. McCammon

“This was a dank, sinister chill: the chill of shadows where poison toadstools grown, their ruddy colors beckoning a child to come,…

— Robert R. McCammon

“Put one foot forward and the other will get you to where you are going~!" Bag Lady, Swan Song”

— Robert R. McCammon

“Grigsby had looked at him askance. “Why is it,” he said, “that I have the distinct impression you’re not surprised by this…

— Robert R. McCammon

We all start out knowing magic. We are born with whirlwinds, forest fires, and comets inside us. We are born able to…

— Robert R. McCammon

“If you were my girlfriend I would give you a hundred lightning bugs in a green glass jar, so you could always…

— Robert R. McCammon

I don't believe there can be any bad taste in creating a scene, only badwriting in handling it.

— Robert R. McCammon

“...the magic place of soul-soothing dreams, where the silken sheen of polished glass under soft lights made her think of how lovely…

— Robert R. McCammon

No one ever grows up. They may look grown-up, but it's a disguise. It's just the clay of time. Men and women…

— Robert R. McCammon

“...just shattered structures rising up like rotten teeth from a diseased jaw.”

— Robert R. McCammon

After years of having a dog, you know him. You know the meaning of his snuffs and grunts and barks. Every twitch…

— Robert R. McCammon

“I understood then what courage was all about. It is loving someone else more than you love yourself.”

— Robert R. McCammon

Once upon a time, man had a love affair with fire.

— Robert R. McCammon

“See, this is my opinion: we all start out knowing magic. We are born with whirlwinds, forest fires, and comets inside us.…

— Robert R. McCammon

“...and his bones were a cage of ice.”

— Robert R. McCammon

It seems to me that Mr. Sculley understood the very nucleus of existence, that he had kept his young eyes and young…

— Robert R. McCammon