“Nothing was stranger to Crows than this: how People thought that only by their own actions would the seasons be made to turn, the days grow warm after winter and the green things grow up that they planted. They thought… — John Crowley Copy Share Image
“The Crows of the region could have told them that there are almost always more Crows around them than they can see; but like… — John Crowley Copy Share Image
Learning to decipher words had only added to the pleasures of holding spines and turning pages, measuring the journey to the end with a… — John Crowley Copy Share Image
It occurred to him that seeing a woman's child is like seeing a woman naked, in the way it changes how her face looks… — John Crowley Copy Share Image
“He learned, though slowly, what all great harrowed lovers learn: that love is what most surely compels love -- is perhaps, except for brute… — John Crowley Copy Share Image
“...only think a moment that we are here now, and that that was then, and it has come to this, and how odd, odd,… — John Crowley Copy Share Image
Love is a myth.' 'Love is a myth,' Grandfather Trout said. 'Like summer.' 'What?' 'In winter,'Grandfather Trout said, 'summer is a myth. A report,… — John Crowley Copy Share Image
“The Tale was behind them. And it was to there they journeyed. One step would take them there; they were there already” — john crowley Copy Share Image
“They called him John Storm: John after his grandfather, but Storm after his father and his mother.” — John Crowley Copy Share Image
“Handsome guy, Victor, in a brutal, black-Irish way. Like most New York bartenders, he was really an actor, or was it the reverse? ("Novelty")” — John Crowley Copy Share Image
“There was a game she had played with Sophie in the long hallways of Edgewood, where she and Sophie would stand as far apart… — John Crowley Copy Share Image
“... their lives were full of quiet drama, full of vague yet thrilling signs that life was not as the common run supposed it… — John Crowley Copy Share Image
