Quotes from John Connolly

In the end, the truth doesn't matter.

I was a stranger in a familiar land.

but loss is absence, and will always defy expression.

Earle had friendly written all over him the way that a plague rat had "Hug Me" emblazoned on its fur.

The Catholic Church was not short of lawyers, especially in the Commonwealth of Massachusetts, as anyone who had dealt with the archdiocese in the course of the recent abuse scandals could attest.

You already knew the right thing to do. You just needed someone to confirm it for you.

We all have our routines," he said softly. "But they must have a purpose and provide an outcome that we can see and take some comfort from, or else they have no use at all. Without that, they are like the endless pacings of a caged animal. If they are not madness itself, then they are a prelude to it.

think you just like tethering goats." "Well, be sure to tell me when your rope begins

The room stank like the scene of a gunfight, so I opened the window and let the hot New Orleans air slip heavily into the room like a clumsy burglar.

I'd ask you in for a nightcap, but I have no booze. Oh, and I don't want to. There's that too." "I won't take it personally." "I really wish that you would," she said, and then she was gone.

Y Hood solo se despertaba del todo cuando había que avivar el fuego. Porque toda madera teme la llama.

I felt about the city as I felt about the house in Scarborough : it was a place where the past was alive in the present, where a man could find a place for himself as long as he understood the fact that he was a link in the chain, for a man cut off from his past was a man adrift in the present.

The land seemed to luxuriate in its silence and its whiteness, knowing that the snow had rendered it more beautiful than before.

Whimsical people were the type who got run over by cars without anybody really noticing or caring that much beyond the damage to the vehicle, which was usually minimal anyway, whimsical folk being kind

I think we've established that her son is crazy, and crazy cancels out clever every time.

But as for the cowardly, the faithless, the detestable, as for murderers, the sexually immoral, sorcerers, idolaters, and all liars, their portion will be in the lake that burns with fire and sulfur, which is the second death. —Revelation 21:8

does." Not enough of it to avoid dating a jackass like Jeff, but solving other people's problems was often easier than taking care of your own. I considered

She might suspect it, but I haven't met a mother yet who'd admit her child was out where the buses don't run, not without a fight." "But Mother must have signed off on Vincent Garronne

I think Philip could spend an afternoon throwing puppies from the top of the Empire State and only stop when his arm got tired." "It's not the same as killing

On the day of the funeral he had stood behind me in the rain and let the water wash over him, the drops falling from the brim of his hat like tears

Instead, I felt only a heaviness, like a dark, wet blanket over my consciousness.

The presence in the living room called to her, summoning her in a hundred voices and none, a great dissonant harmony alien yet familiar, like a song that, once heard, insinuates itself into one's history, finding echoes in old melodies; a configuration once hidden, now revealed. Step

los astrónomos que recientemente han estado escudriñando miles de señales de Sagitario B2, una gran nube de polvo situada en el centro de nuestra galaxia, han encontrado allí una sustancia llamada etil-formato, que es la responsable química del sabor de las frambuesas y del olor del ron, la popular bebida de los piratas. Por lo tanto, nuestra galaxia sabe un poco a frambuesa y huele a ron, lo cual es agradable.

They looked to Ferrier like they ate bad food to match their bad taste in clothes and wheels. The