We 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 ConnollyOnce upon a time – for that is how all stories should begin – there was a boy who lost his mother.
John Connolly"Sarge, mr. Nurd here is threatening to turn me to jelly." "really?" said Sarge. "what flavor?
John ConnollyOn more than one occasion David, in his urge to explore the darker corners of the bookshelves, had found himself wearing strands of spider silk in his face and hair, causing the web's creator to scuttle into a corner and crouch balefully, lost in thoughts of arachnoid revenge.
John ConnollyWe 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.
John Connolly