Quote by Robert R. McCammon Download Open image ““...and his bones were a cage of ice.”” — Robert R. McCammon ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.1 out of 5 (8 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“The chill, like scurrying spiders, worked deeper into him, weaving webs of ice in the hollows of his bones.” — Dean Koontz Copy Share Image
“...he felt as if he were trying to move a glacier with a frozen chicken.” — Mur Lafferty Copy Share Image
“He is the one pocket of warmth in a sea of ice. Being in his arms feels like the home I never had.” — Susan Ee Copy Share Image
“They come with cold bones in heavy boots. See how they tremble. The folly of man . . .” — Becky Wright Copy Share Image
“Their souls are covered in ice as are the lands from whence they came.” — C.J. Adrien Copy Share Image
“His posture spoke of condescension, his expression disinterest. He was all brambles and icicles as he strode closer to her cage.” — Marissa Meyer Copy Share Image
“Dr. Breed was mistaken about at least one thing: there was such a thing as ice-nice.” — Kurt Vonnegut 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
