84 Quotes by Robert Cormier

The room seemed to have lost a certain essence that he could not pin down. Then knew suddenly what it was. The room was—lonely. For the first time in his life, he knew what loneliness was like. Until that moment the word had been meaningless to him.

The possibility that hope comes out of hopelessness and that the opposite of things carry the seeds of birth - love out of hate, good out of evil. Didn't flowers grow out of dirt?

He closed the locker quickly so no one would see the damage. For some reason, he felt ashamed.

He was intrigued by the power of words, not the literary words that filled the books in the library but the sharp, staccato words that went into the writing of news stories. Words that went for the jugular. Active verbs that danced and raced on the page.

Don't miss the bus, boy. You're missing a lot of things in the world, better not miss that bus.

I wonder if it's a special sin to lie to a nun

Nothing glamorous like the write-ups in the papers or the newsreels. We weren't heroes. We were only there...

Nothing glamorous like the write-ups in the papers or the newsreels. We weren't heroes. We were only there..." Closing his eyes, he then slumps against the wall, as if the words he has spoken has used up all his energy.

It came to me that hell would not be fire and smoke after all but arctic, everything white and frigid. Hell would be not anger but indifference.