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“See, this is my opinion: 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. We get it churched out, spanked out, washed out, and combed out. We get put on the straight and narrow and told to be responsible. Told to act our age. Told to grow up, for God's sake. And you know why we were told that? Because the people doing the telling were afraid of our wildness and youth, and because the magic we knew made them ashamed and sad of what they'd allowed to wither in themselves.”

Quote by Robert R. McCammon

Work

Boy's Life

This novel delves into the challenges and triumphs of adolescence, as the protagonist navigates the complexities of family, friendship, and the American Dream during a transformative era. more

Author

Robert R. McCammon
Robert R. McCammon

Robert R. McCammon is an American novelist known for his works in the genres of horror and fantasy. His novels often blend supernatural elements with complex character development, enjoying a wide readership. more

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