Realistic novels simply pretend that the rules of their invented worlds are identical to the rules of actual life, but that's a… — John Crowley Copy Share Image
I've always had a compassion for characters in novels - the sense that they are, whatever they might think, living in a… — John Crowley Copy Share Image
“And that's the last chapter of the history of the world: in which we create, through the workings of the imagination, a… — 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… — John Crowley Copy Share Image
“It must take a lot of self-discipline,' she said. 'Oh, I don't know. I don't have much.' He felt himself about to… — John Crowley Copy Share Image
I write in expectation that readers want to participate in a kind of two-sided game: They are trying to guess what I… — John Crowley Copy Share Image
“Novelty. Security. Novelty wouldn't be a bad title. It had the grandness of abstraction, alerting the reader that large and thoughtful things… — John Crowley Copy Share Image
“Oh God how subtle he would have to be, how cunning... No paragraph, no phrase even of the thousands the book must… — John Crowley Copy Share Image
“When he was in college, a famous poet made a useful distinction for him. He had drunk enough in the poet's company… — 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
