Quotes from John Connolly

The great revenge is to outlive your critics.

Faith is belief based on spiritual conviction instead of proof. You could say that the nature of my convictions has changed recently.

but David did not want to mix with them, and they in turn saw something sad and distant in him that kept them away.

heard the sound of emptiness, which, as anyone knows, is not the same thing as no sound, since it includes all the noise that someone was expecting to hear, but doesn't.

The mind is a theater. It cannot be allowed to go dark. It must be maintained.

A funny thing about adults is they will spend time with people they don't like very much if they think it might benefit them.

It was like finding oneself under the scrutiny of a stuffed bird. His

Mr. Berger found himself consigned to the dusty ranks of the council's spinsters and bachelors, to the army of the closeted, the odd, and the sad, although he was none of these things. Well, perhaps just a little of the latter:

Al final, tu único amigo eres tú mismo porque los demás, llegado el momento, te dejarán todos en la estancadas. Al final, todos estamos solos.

And his voice was filled with regret, and fondness and hope.

But the soul can burn and not be damned. The soul can burn with a bright fire, and never turn to ash.

People who believe in buried gods,' said Louis. 'Do you believe in buried gods, Detective Walsh?' 'I'm Episcopalian. I believe in everything.

She was a round, curvy woman who, for Parker, brought to mind a figure assembled from a selection of soft fruits. Aside

borderline simpleton.

Yesterday, upon the stair, I met a man who wasn't there. He wasn't there again today, I wish, I wish he'd go away . . . —

Hay ocasiones en que se siente solo, pero cree que eso forma parte del orden de las cosas, porque todos los hombres y mujeres, casados o no, se sienten a veces solos.

Why are you so worried about him, after all that he's done to you?

His eyes fixed on the boy. David saw them narrow, as if the bowman could not quite understand what was being said or what was happing to him as he knelt in the snow, his blood pooling around him. Then, slowly, they grew wide and calm as death gave him an explanation.

Anna shook her head and, for a moment, she seemed much older than before. She may have been a girl in form, but she had existed for far longer than her appearance suggested, and in that dark place she had learned wisdom and tolerance and forgiveness.

His features were smudged and indistinct, as though a thumb had smeared itself across an ink drawing of a face. His

When I'm king", said Angel, "I'll outlaw golf.

drinking whisky in kitchens by candlelight, drinking with men who have failed and men who have yet to fail. He wishes

Most people who talked about angels seemed to picture a fusion of Tinker Bell and a crossing guard...

there was only the kind of silence that comes when someone takes away a clock to be repaired and after a time you become aware of its absence because its gentle, reassuring tick is gone and you miss it so.