145 Quotes by Robert R. McCammon

There was lightning behind Mr. Sayre’s eyes, and it was looking for a place to strike.

New York is not a town constrained by a bedtime, sir.

Even the most worthless thing in the world can be beautiful, it just takes the right touch.

All us kids had found out by now that all teachers had a sore spot; some went crazy over gum chewing, others insane over behind-the-back giggles, still others nuts over the repeated squeaking and scuffing of shoes on the linoleum. Machine-gun coughs, donkeylike snorts, a fusillade of throat clearing, spitballs stuck to the blackboard: all these were arsenals in the battle against Hitlerian teachers. Who knows?

God A’mighty, what’s the point of livin’ if you don’t fight for what you hold dear?

But some good sense you listen to, and some good sense you can’t live with.

You aim for one place, sure as an arrow, but before you hit the mark, the wind gets you.

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.

Hans?” The president’s voice was as soft as a child’s. “If... if you were God... would you destroy this world?” Hannan didn’t respond for a moment. Then, “I suppose... I’d wait and watch. If I were God, I mean.” “Wait and watch for what?” “To find out who wins. The good guys or the bad guys.” “Is there a difference anymore?