Mine Quotes

“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.”
― Robert McCammon, Mine

“Sergeant Pepper was dead. G.I. Joe lived on. George Bush was president, movies stars were dying from AIDS, kids were smoking crack in the ghettos and the suburbs, Muslims were blowing airliners from the skies, rap music ruled, and nobody cared much about the Movement anymore. It was a dry and dusty thing, like the air in the graves of Hendrix, Joplin, and God. She was letting her thoughts take her into treacherous territory, and the thoughts threatened her smiley face. She stopped thinking about the dead heroes, the burning breed who made the bombs full of roofing nails and planted them in corporate boardrooms and National Guard Armories. She stopped thinking before the awful sadness crushed her.

The sixties were dead. The survivors limped on, growing suits and neckties and potbellies, going bald and telling their children not to listen to that satanic heavy metal. The clock of the Age of Aquarius had turned, hippies and yippies had become preppies and yuppies. The Chicago Seven were old men. The Black Panthers had turned gray. The Grateful Dead were on MTV, and the Airplane had become a Top-40 Starship.

Mary Terror closed her eyes, and thought she heard the noise of wind whistling through the ruins.”
― Robert R. McCammon, Mine

“Thursday’s child has far to go.”
― Robert R. McCammon, Mine

“Tell her that you could walk through the most beautiful garden and hear the scream of the butterfly.”
― Robert McCammon, Mine

“The symbol of the United States was no longer the American flag, he said, it was a money sign against a field of crosses.”
― Robert McCammon, Mine

“Deserve was a dangerous word, Laura thought. It was a word that built barriers, and made wrong seem right.”
― Robert McCammon, Mine

“Here lay the real rocks, on which boats of hope could be broken to pieces.”
― Robert McCammon, Mine

“The sixties were dead. The survivors limped on, growing suits and neckties and potbellies, going bald and telling their children not to listen to that satanic heavy metal. The clock of the Age of Aquarius had turned, hippies and yippies had become preppies and yuppies. The Chicago Seven were old men. The Black Panthers had turned gray. The Grateful Dead were on MTV, and the Airplane had become a top-forty Starship.”
― Robert McCammon, Mine

“It was a morning rich with love. The Cherokee went on, aimed toward California, freighted with firepower and madness.”
― Robert McCammon, Mine

“The twisting of Didi’s head saved her from having her brains blown out. She was aware of a zip and a wasp’s sting, but did not yet know that a chunk of her right ear was gone.”
― Robert McCammon, Mine

“Life is very good. You know why it’s so good?” He waited for her to shake her head. “Because I have no expectations,” he said. “My philosophy is: let it be. I bend with the breeze, but I do not break.”
― Robert McCammon, Mine

“He came to Headline News, and he stopped his impatient finger to watch the nuts in Beirut blow themselves to pieces.”
― Robert McCammon, Mine

“It was St. James Hospital. An omen of good karma, Mary thought. A hospital named after Jim Morrison.”
― Robert McCammon, Mine

“The past.” Didi sneered it. “There’s no such place. There’s just a long damned road from there to here, and you die a little more with every mile.”
― Robert McCammon, Mine

“Lord Jack didn’t believe in the word; what passed as love, he said, was a tool of the Mindfuck State. He believed in courage, truth, and loyalty, of brothers and sisters willing to lay down their lives for each other and the cause. One-to-one “love,” he believed, came from the false world of button-down stiffs and their robotic, manicured prostitutes.”
― Robert McCammon, Mine

“It was a hard world, and people could burn love to cinders and crush the ashes. But in this moment of time the mother held her son close and spoke softly to him, and all the hardness of that world was shunted aside.”
― Robert McCammon, Mine

“Sooner or later, the world would break you down to tears and regrets. Sooner or later, the world would win.”
― Robert McCammon, Mine

“Can you see me being a soccer daddy? Going around town to all the games with a little rug rat? And softball in the summer. That t-ball stuff, I mean. I swear, I never pictured myself sitting in the bleachers cheering a little kid on.”
― Robert McCammon, Mine