He became merely the broken statue of a beast, now without another's fear to animate it.
John ConnollyWithout a human voice to read them aloud, or a pair of wide eyes following them by flashlight beneath a blanket, they had no real existence in our world. They were like seeds in the beak of a bird, waiting to fall to earth, or the notes of a song laid out on a sheet, yearning for an instrument to bring their music into being.
John Connollya technician who uses the term โglitchโ is like a Doctor who tells you youโre suffering from a โthingy,โ except the doctor wonโt tell you to go home and try turning yourself on and off again.
John ConnollyโYou don't have much faith in people, do you?โ said David. โI don't have much faith in anything,โ Roland replied. โNot even in myself.โ
John ConnollyWe are not meant to know the time or the nature of our deaths (for all of us secretly hope that we may be immortal).
John ConnollyThere are people whose eyes you must avoid, whose attention you must not draw to yourself. They are strange, parasitic creatures, lost souls seeking to stretch across the abyss and make fatal contact with the warm, constant flow of humanity. They live in pain, and exist only to visit that pain on others. A random glance, the momentary lingering of a look, is enough to give them the excuse that they seek. Sometimes, it is better to keep your eyes on the gutter for the fear that, by looking up, you might catch a glimpse of them, black shapes against the sun, and be blinded forever.
John Connolly