145 Quotes by Robert R. McCammon

If a person’s gotta die, he oughta die tryin’ to go home to somebody he loves, don’t you think?

Because if it’s not safe here, it’s not safe anywhere in this world.” His voice cracked a little on the last word.

Tell me. What is the point of life, if truth is not worth standing up for? If justice is a hollow shell? If beauty and grace are burnt to ashes, and evil rejoices in the flames? Shall I weep on that day, and lose my mind, or join the rejoicing and lose my soul? Shall I sit in my room? Should I go for a long walk, but where might I go so as not to smell the smoke? Should I just go on, Mrs. Nettles, like everyone else?

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.

The young man’s eyes were red-rimmed, his gaunt face strained by whatever inner demons were torturing him.

To my mother, the world was a vast quilt whose stitches were always coming undone.

In later years I would think that no woman’s lips had ever been as red as that bike. No low-slung foreign sports car with wire wheels and purring engine would ever look as powerful or as capable as that bike. No chrome would ever gleam with such purity, like the silver moon on a summer’s night.

I learned at an early age that outsized egos can destroy whatever they touch, and often stupid people stand in the way of any kind of creativity.

When you look at something, don’t just look. See it. Really, really see it. See it so when you write it down, somebody else can see it, too.