“David could tell, by looking at her face as she read, whether or not the story contained in the book was living… — John Connolly Copy Share Image
“Before she came ill, David's mother would often tell him that stories were alive. They weren't alive in the way that people… — John Connolly Copy Share Image
“The Great Malevolence had been squatting in the blackness for a very long time. He was there billions of years before people,… — John Connolly Copy Share Image
Without a human voice to read them aloud, or a pair of wide eyes following them by flashlight beneath a blanket, books… — John Connolly Copy Share Image
“Stories come alive in the telling. Without a human voice to read them aloud, or a pair of wide eyes following them… — John Connolly Copy Share Image
I think the act of reading imbues the reader with a sensitivity toward the outside world that people who don't read can… — John Connolly Copy Share Image
“It’s a natural consequence of the capacity of a bookstore or library to contain entire worlds, whole universes, and all contained between… — John Connolly Copy Share Image
“where there are books, there will always be haters of books alongside the lovers of them.” — John Connolly Copy Share Image
“The stories in books hate the stories in newspapers, David's mother would say. Newspaper stories were like newly caught fish, worthy of… — John Connolly Copy Share Image
“I was a child who loved books, and I am an adult who is the product of books.” — John Connolly Copy Share Image
He would talk to them of stories and books, and explain to them how stories wanted to be told and books wanted… — John Connolly Copy Share Image
“No book is really a fixed object. Every reader reads a book differently, and each book works in a different way on… — John Connolly Copy Share Image
What is good for you creatively is usually bad commercially. You thrive financially by sticking to a series and not fiddling about… — John Connolly Copy Share Image
“These stories were very old, as old as people, and they had survived because they were very powerful indeed. They were the… — John Connolly Copy Share Image
“Before she became ill, David’s mother would often tell him that stories were alive. They weren’t alive in the way that people… — John Connolly Copy Share Image
There is sometimes a feeling in crime fiction that good writing gets in the way of story. I have never felt that way. All… — John Connolly Copy Share Image
He had quite liked the dwarfs. He often had no idea what they were talking about, but for a group of homicidal, class-obsessed small… — John Connolly Copy Share Image
I'm a ghost," said the small figure, then added, a little uncertainly, "Boo? — John Connolly Copy Share Image
“There is a price to be paid for everything, and it is a good idea to find out that price before you make the… — John Connolly Copy Share Image
“She was a round, curvy woman who, for Parker, brought to mind a figure assembled from a selection of soft fruits. Aside” — John Connolly Copy Share Image
“When Louis relaxed, it was an indication that a threat was at hand and he was preparing to act, as when an archer releases… — John Connolly Copy Share Image
“The presence in the living room called to her, summoning her in a hundred voices and none, a great dissonant harmony alien yet familiar,… — John Connolly Copy Share Image
“Warraner would rather have been the king of nothing than the prince of something.” — John Connolly Copy Share Image
“had been like wandering into the wrong carnival sideshow, the kind that left one feeling sick and slightly soiled.” — John Connolly Copy Share Image
“think you just like tethering goats.” “Well, be sure to tell me when your rope begins” — John Connolly Copy Share Image
“David could tell, by looking at her face as she read, whether or not the story contained in the book was living inside her,… — John Connolly Copy Share Image
