John Connolly
John Connolly
John Connollyis an Irish writer who is best known for his series of novels starring private detective Charlie Parker...
NationalityIrish
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth31 May 1968
CountryIreland
children father eye
And David saw himself reflected in the Woodsman's eyes, and there he was no longer old but a young man, for a man is always his father's child no matter how old he is or how long they have been apart.
littles ghost said
I'm a ghost," said the small figure, then added, a little uncertainly, "Boo?
thinking mirrors people
He had never really speculated about this before, since demons came in all shapes and sizes. Indeed, some of them came in more than one shape or size all by themselves, such as O'Dear, the Demon of People Who Look in Mirrors and Think They're Overweight, and his twin, O'Really, the Demon of People Who Look in Mirrors and Think They're Slim When They're Not.
dream men heaven
Each man dreams his own heaven.
morning winter clouds
It was an overcast late November morning, the grass splintered by hoarfrost, and winter grinning through the gaps in the clouds like a bad clown peering through the curtains before the show begins.
mother boys once-upon-a-time
Once upon a time – for that is how all stories should begin – there was a boy who lost his mother.
brother mean numbers
You mean they killed her?" asked David. They ate her," said Brother Number One. "With porridge. That's what 'ran away and was never seen again' means in these parts. It means 'eaten.'" Um and what about 'happily ever after'?" asked David, a little uncertainly. "What does that mean?" Eaten quickly," said Brother Number One.
pain grief loss
The Detective was different. Not that he wasn't a good man; Willie had heard enough about him to understand that he was the kind who didn't like to turn away from another's pain, the kind who couldn't put a pillow over his ears to drown out the cries of strangers. Those scars he had were badges of courage, and Willie knew that there were others hidden beneath his clothes, and still more deep inside, right beneath the skin and down to the soul. No, it was just that whatever goodness was there coexisted with rage and grief and loss.
angel sides good-things
They were on the side of the angels, even if the angels weren't entirely sure that this was a good thing.
giving choices risk
This life is filled with threats and danger, David. We face those that we have to face, and there will be times when we must make the choice to act for the greater good, even at risk to ourselves, but we do not lay down our lives needlessly. Each of us has only one life to live, and one life to give. There is no glory in throwing it away where there is no hope.
running scared problem
Being scared isn't the problem. It's not running away that's the hard part.
boys joining looks
Why is there always one bloke in these boy bands who looks like he came to fix the boiler and somehow got bullied into joining the group?
doe prove
You can't prove that something doesn't exist. You can only prove that something does exist.
song real lying
Without a human voice to read them aloud, or a pair of wide eyes following them by flashlight beneath a blanket, books had no real existence in our world. 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. they lie dormant hoping for the chance to emerge.They want us to give them life.