John Connolly Short Quotes

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You had evil inside you, and you indulged it. Men will always indulge it.

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I'm a ghost," said the small figure, then added, a little uncertainly, "Boo?

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This world is full of broken things: broken hearts, broken promises, broken people,

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He became merely the broken statue of a beast, now without another's fear to animate it.

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You can't prove that something doesn't exist. You can only prove that something does exist.

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Once upon a time – for that is how all stories should begin – there was a boy who lost his mother.

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I'd been hurt, and in response I had acted violently, destroying a little of myself each time I did so.

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They were on the side of the angels, even if the angels weren't entirely sure that this was a good thing.

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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).

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It was imaginative people who tended to lie. Lying required making stuff up, and only imaginative people were good at that.

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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?

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My feelings for Raphael are mine, and mine alone. I loved him, and that is all anyone needs to know. The rest is no business of any man's.

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She was plump, with dyed red hair and a face so caked with cosmetics that the floor of the Amazon jungle probably saw more natural light...

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Here is a truth, a truth by which to live: there is hope. There is always hope. If we choose to abandon it, our souls will turn to ash and blow away.

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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.

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A technician who uses the term glitch is like a Doctor who tells you you're suffering from a thingy, except the doctor won't tell you to go home and try turning yourself on and off again.

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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.

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