Quotes from John Connolly

he would envy each and every living thing its freedom, even if it was only the freedom to die.

Stories were different, though: they came alive in the telling. Without a human voice to read them aloud, or a pair of wide eyes following them by flashlight beneath a blanket, they had no real existence in our world.

I knew that his God—for each man has his own God—let him wander there sometimes, perhaps with the ghost of one of the many dogs that had kept him company through his life yapping at his heels, flushing the birds from the rushes and chasing them for the joy of it. My grandfather used to say that if God did not allow a man to be reunited with his dogs in the next life He was no God worth worshipping; that if a dog did not have a soul, then nothing had.

There was a lot to be said for a man's capacity to be comfortable while alone.

I could not live without seasons, for in seasons are reflected in the rhythms of our existence: of birth and maturity, or decline and decay, yet always with the promise of renewal for those who remain.

Dogs were generally incompatible with melancholy.

She had not given me the cross to keep the bad men away, as a child might have been expected to do. No, in her mind the bad men could not be kept away. They were coming, and they would have to be faced.

Samuel understood at last why this being hated men and women so much: he hated them because they were so like himself, because the worst of the was mirrored in them. He was the source of all that was bad in men and women, but he had none of the greatness, and none of the grace, of which human beings were capable, so that by only by corrupting them was his own pain diminished, and thus his existence made more tolerable.

my God was like a parent always trying to watch out for His children, but you couldn't always be there for your children, no matter how hard you tried. I had not been there for Jennifer when she most needed

Suo?avamo se s onima s kojima se moramo suo?iti i do?i ?e trenuci kad budemo morali djelovati za ve?e dobro, ?ak i ako postoji rizik za nas, ali ne trebamo nepotrebno izlagati život opasnosti. Imamo samo jedan život i možemo dati samo jedan život. Nema ništa divljenja vrijedno u tome da ga izgubimo kad je situacija beznadna.

The day passed, a poor, sluggish thing that departed almost gratefully as night took its place.

you had to be reasonably wealthy and privileged to choose not to own stuff. He

Suddenly, it seemed as if David was surrounded by short, unhappy men muttering about "rights" and "liberties" and having enough of "this sort of thing.

There appeared to be only two types of business in the town: everybody's business, and business that was not yet everybody's but soon would be once the local gossips had got to work on it.

wanted to talk to them. I wanted to tell them that I was sorry. I wanted to say what every child wishes to say to his parents when they're gone and it's too late to say anything at all: that I loved them, and had always loved them.

No hubo advertencia, ni invitación a volverse con las manos en alto, ni opción a rendirse. Esos gestos eran para los buenos en las películas del Oeste, los que llevaban sombreros blancos y al final se quedaban con la chica.

Being shot at for years by men of a particular nationality will tend to impact negatively upon one's view of them.

Virgil was not a man to take time to look at the stars, not when he might miss a nickel on the ground in the process.

Was that his name? I never had a chance to ask. He was too intent upon tearing out my throat for us to engage in idle chitchat.

It's a natural consequence of the capacity of a bookstore or library to contain entire worlds, whole universes, and all contained between the covers of books. In that sense, every library or bookstore is practically infinite. This library takes that to its logical conclusion.

Castin for years, and he still wasn't sure whether the lawyer deliberately selected garments that were incompatible with his build, or the cut of any clothing began to deteriorate immediately upon contact with him. It was, Parker surmised, one of life's great mysteries.

paunch lapping at his belt like a pale tongue, peeping out from beneath the fabric of his golf shirt, hairy and somehow obscene. He was

He had, in truth, been losing her for a very long time.

Parker had no pity for the two men, not after listening to them boast of what they'd done, but neither was he experiencing any sense of triumph, only a vague depression. It wasn't entirely due to the nature of the case, although that was part of it; mostly it was a consequence of exposure to the workings of the legal system. Anyone who spent time in a courtroom emerged with scars. The only variables were quantity and depth.