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
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.
may immortal knows
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).
hurt littles destroying
I'd been hurt, and in response I had acted violently, destroying a little of myself each time I did so.
fun talking class
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 people, they were really rather good fun.
running dream children
I dream dark dreams. I dream of a figure moving through the forest, of children flying from his path, of young women crying at his coming. I dream of snow and ice, of bare branches and moon-cast shadows. I dream of dancers floating in the air, stepping lightly even in death, and my own pain is but a faint echo of their suffering as I run. My blood is black on the snow, and the edges of the world are silvered with moonlight. I run into the darkness, and he is waiting. I dream in black and white, and I dream of him. I dream of Caleb, who does not exist, and I am afraid.