343 Quotes by John Connolly

So you’re British?’ said Billy.‘I think of myself as English first, British second. It’s a way of keeping the Scots and Welsh at a distance, never mind the Irish.

People who believe in buried gods,’ said Louis.‘Do you believe in buried gods, Detective Walsh?’‘I’m Episcopalian. I believe in everything.

Prepare for the worst and you won’t be disappointed.

[H]e looked like a real bruiser as he stepped from his car, his big sunglasses giving the impression that a large bug had evolved to the point that it could wear a suit.

He was in his mid-thirties, tall and pale and thin, with long, sandy hair and rimless glasses, dressed in brown polyester pants, cheap brown shoes, and a light tan shirt. He looked like someone had put a wig on a giraffe and run it through the local Target.

Earle had friendly written all over him the way that a plague rat had "Hug Me" emblazoned on its fur.

If cats could count, they’d start getting nervous around the time they put paid to their fifth life.

His was a psychological and emotional disturbance of untold, awful depth, mundane and yet tragic in that very ordinariness.

Misery loved company, but damnation needed it.