Top 92 Robert McCammon Quotes
#1. All life isn't hearts and flowers. But life is just as much pain and mess as it is joy and order, too. I guess when you make yourself realize that you..start growing up - Boy's Life
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#2. Maybe crazy is what they call anybody who's got magic in them after they're no longer a child.
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#3. It's funny, sometimes, when you look at the people who brought you into this world and you see yourself so clearly in them.
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#4. Writer? Author? Storyteller, that's what I decided to be.
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#5. I never knew what hate really was until I thought of somebody wrapping up a bomb and putting it in a church on a Sunday morning to kill little girls.
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#6. I had discovered that being a writer gave you a lot of license to fiddle with the truth, but I'd better not get into the habit of it.
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#7. Somethin in me has been set free from a cage I never knew was there. It flies with Yellachile at night, and we go together on the wind.
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#8. Even the most worthless thing in the world can be beautiful, it just takes the right touch
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#11. It seemed to me that there were two worlds: one before the sun, and one after. And if that were true, then maybe there were people who were citizens of those different worlds as well. Some moved easily through the landscape of night, and others clung to the bright hours.
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#12. Right." He smiled bitterly. "Well, look around. Just look. Have you ever considered the possibility that God might be insane?
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#13. My father could throw up a fistful of dice to make a decision, but my mother had an agony for every hour. I guess they balanced, as two people who love each other should.
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#14. There're stranger things on this earth than we can ever figure out if we had a hundred lifetimes.
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#17. Hold onto the magic of being a boy( ... ) once you lose it you are always begging to find it again.
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#19. It was like carrying a rabbit's foot or throwing salt over your shoulder if you happened to spill any; these things were part of the grain and texture of life, and better to do them than not, just in case God's ways were more mysterious than we Christians could grasp.
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#21. There is nothing more cruel in this world than a young savage with a chip on his shoulder and anger in his soul.
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#22. Put one foot forward and the other will get you to where you are going~!" Bag Lady, Swan Song
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#23. I had always wondered what Reverend Lovoy meant when he talked about "grace." I understood it now. It was being able to give up something that it broke your heart to lose, and be happy about it.
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#24. That's where they make the books by the hundreds of thousands, and each one is a child different and special and some walk tall and some are crippled, but they all go out into the world from there.
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#25. Keep America Beautiful, he thought, Kill a Scarface Today. He
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#26. No doubt about it, summer was on the wane. The mornings seemed a shade cooler. The nights were hungry, and ate more daylight.
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#27. 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 there on the golden shore to kiss his hand!
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#28. Johnny ate encyclopedias like any other kid might eat Red Hots or Lemonheads.
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#29. This is where I think the writing started. The "righting," if you will. The righting of circumstances, the shaping of the world the way it should have been, had God not had crossed eyes and buck teeth. In the real world I had no power; in my world I was Hercules unchained.
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#30. He was a scream wrapped up in straw, a little, weak, vicious thing gnashing inside a monstrous facade ...
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#31. Well, look around. Just look. Have you ever considered the possibility that God might be insane?" Tears
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#32. Don't blow up the world till Sunday," Josh said through a mouthful of doughnut. "I've got to collect my paycheck first." Every
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#33. That's one problem about relating events in first person. The reader knows the narrator didn't get killed.
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#34. It is a contradiction this creek- a hundred thousand years old but renewed with each rainfall.
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#35. Johnny James was sitting on the front porch, sipping from a glass of gasoline in the December heat, when the doom-screamer came.
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#36. A ninety-two-year-old man has to open a lot of locks to recall a day when he was nine years old.
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#37. After years of having a dog, you know him. You know the meaning of his snuffs and grunts and barks. Every twitch of the ears is a question or statement, every wag of the tail is an exclamation.
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#38. They say that somewhere in Africa the elephants have a secret grave where they go to lie down, unburden their wrinkled gray bodies, and soar away, light spirits at the end.
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#39. If ... if you were God ... would you destroy this world?" Hannan
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#40. The sharp white steeple of the Hawthorne First Baptist Church stuck up through the leafless trees like an admonishing finger.
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#41. SPIIIIIDERS!" The world ceased its turning. The owl went dumb. The Milky Way flickered on the verge of extinction. Ben hollered it again: "Spiders!" He started thrashing wildly amid the pine needles. "They're all over me!
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#43. Rain fell on the roofs of the just and the unjust, the saints and the sinners, those who knew peace and those in torment, and tomorrow began at a dark hour.
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#45. Everybody needs to know where they've been, it seems to me. Not just blackskins, but whiteskins, too. Seems to me if a person loses the past, he can't find the future either. Which is what this place is all about.
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#46. The same river can never be crossed twice. The flowing water has no memory of footprints.
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#48. This was not Mr. Sears talking, not really; this was the voice of what the flask flayed raw and bloody inside his soul, what it stomped and kicked and tortured until the voice had to scream for release.
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#49. We all three were struck with the kind of horror that makes you want to dig a hole, jump in, and pull the hole in after you.
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#51. into the cell, put the basket down upon the magistrate's
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#52. Where you live ain't important," he said. "It's what ... lives in you.
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#53. No one ever grows up. They may look grown-up, but it's just the clay of time. Men and women are still children deep in their hearts. Mrs. Neville
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#54. Don't be in a hurry to grow up. Hold on to being a boy as long as you can, because once you lose that magic, you're always begging to find it again.
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#55. Seems to me a writer gets to hold a lot of keys," she said. "Gets to visit a lot of worlds and live in a lot of skins. Seems to me a writer has a chance to live forever, if he's good and if he's lucky.
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#56. Love strong and true can get you through a lot of dookey. And I'm here to tell you, honey, you got to walk through many fields of dookey to get to be my age.
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#57. You just give folks a key, and they can rightly open their own locks.
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#58. The time for witticisms is over and the time for wits beginning. If
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#59. Twas said better to light a candle than curse the dark ...
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#60. You don't have to come here to see them, Cory. Or to see me, either. You really don't. You don't have to leave what is, to visit what was.
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#61. It seemed to Billy that no matter how far you walked, you never really got to the end of things.
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#62. There was lightning behind Mr. Sayre's eyes, and it was looking for a place to strike.
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#63. But my parents had taught me that everybody deserved respect, no matter if they were pansies or not, and to tell the truth, I was nothing to write home about in the physical looks department.
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#65. Just shattered structures rising up like rotten teeth from a diseased jaw.
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#66. I had a dog named Jesus once. I crucified him, but he didn't come back to life. Before he died, he told me what to do to the people in the brick house. Off went their heads.
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#67. Friends. They really know how to knock you off your pedestal, don't they?
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#68. Yes, there was music after all. The sound of the swamp rose up to him. The sound of frogs and crickets, of birds and 'gators, of life in every puddle and pond and knothole and leaf. I Travel By Night
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#69. Those who babble the Lord's Prayer day and night would be the first to grin when I'm set afire.
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#70. You ought to write a real book, Rix. You know, something that could really happen. That horror shit is junk. Why don't you write a book you'd be proud to sign your real name to?
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#71. Both of my grandfathers had voices like bullfrogs battling in a swamp pond.
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#72. Many times you will fail. That is the nature of the world, and the truth of life. But when you find your horse again, will go back or will you go forward?
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#73. 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 the sky in them, clouds when he was angry and rain when he was sad. Now, if she had looked into his eyes closely enough, she might've seen the approaching storm.
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#74. My lip healed. So did my head. My pride stayed bruised, though, and my confidence was fractured. Those injuries, the ones that didn't show, I would have to live with.
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#75. We all start out knowing magic. We are born with whirlwinds, forest fires, and comets inside us. We are born able to sing to birds and read the clouds and see our destiny in grains of sand. But then we get the magic educated right out of our souls.
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#76. The magic place of soul-soothing dreams, where the silken sheen of polished glass under soft lights made her think of how lovely Heaven was going to be.
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#77. There is nothing more frightening or exciting than a blank piece of paper. Frightening because you're on your own, leaving dark tracks across that snowy plain, and exciting because no one knows your destination but yourself, and even you can't say exactly where you'll end up.
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#78. And as she'd watched him stagger away Swan had realized that forgiveness crippled evil, drew the poison from it like lancing a boil.
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#79. I understood then what courage is all about. It is loving someone else more than you love yourself.
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#80. Just seconds of knowing and remembering. When people get weepy at movies, it's because in that dark theater the golden pool of magic is touched, just briefly.
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#81. It wasn't that he couldn't fight when he had to, it was just that he knew when to fight and when not to fight.
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#82. I tell you, shoes are important! Where would people be without shoes? Now,
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#83. Wearily, she sat up. Jesus was not coming today. She would have to die later, she decided. There was no use lying out here like a fool in the rain. One step, she thought. One step and then the next gets you where you're going.
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#84. This was a dank, sinister chill: the chill of shadows where poison toadstools grown, their ruddy colors beckoning a child to come, come take a taste of candy.
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#85. I believe music is the language of youth, and the more you can accept as being valid, the younger your attitude gets.
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#86. I'd like to be everybody in the world' I said. 'I'd like to live a million times.'
'Well'
and here my father gave one of his sagely nods
'that would be a fine piece of magic, wouldn't it?
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#87. But life is just as much pain and mess as it is joy and order. Probably a lot more mess than order, too.
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#90. Josh Hutchins's battered old Pontiac gave a wheeze like an old man with phlegm in his lungs.
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#92. It was a feeling in the crisp twilight air; it was a hush across the hills. The ghosts were gathering themselves, building up their strength to wander the fields of October and speak to those who would listen.
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