Quote by Robert R. McCammon Download Open image ““...hot shouts of neon...”” — Robert R. McCammon ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.9 out of 5 (5 ratings) Copy quoteShare
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“There was lightning behind Mr. Sayre's eyes, and it was looking for a place to strike.” — Robert R. McCammon Copy Share Image
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“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
