John Crowley Quotes

There was after all no mystery in the end of love, no mystery but the mystery of love itself, which ...

Do you write every day?' 'Oh, no. Oh, I sort of try. I don't work very hard, really. Really I'm on v...

It must take a lot of self-discipline,' she said.'Oh, I don't know. I don't have much.' He felt hims...

Why, what is it, how can flesh and blood come up with such stuff, how can flesh feel it. My lord lif...

Oh God how subtle he would have to be, how cunning... No paragraph, no phrase even of the thousands ...

Should he make a note? He felt for the smooth shape of his pen in his pocket. 'Theme for a novel: Th...

Divorced?''Separated.'He tested his thumb against the pricks of the rose. 'Women. They say you got a...

Seen from inside the bar, the avenue, the stores opposite, the street glimpsed going off at right an...

The door of the bar opened, showing him a momentary oblong of true daylight, blankly white. A woman ...

Novelty. Security. Novelty wouldn't be a bad title. It had the grandness of abstraction, alerting th...

The first inkling of this notion had come to him the Christmas before, at his daughter's place in Ve...

The better you tell an old story, the more you are talking about right now.

Time, I think, is like walking backward away from something: say, from a kiss. First there is the ki...

I could be listening to Painted Red weave the stories of the saints in her rich roomy voice, and beg...

Better to light one candle than to curse the darkness.

If you know how to read, the World of Books is open to you, after all; and if you like to read, you'...

Almost as soon as it was lit it began to sound as though it were running down, but in fact it would ...

Novelty and Security: the security of novelty, the novelty of security. Always the full thing, the w...

When he was in college, a famous poet made a useful distinction for him. He had drunk enough in the ...

God, he thought, her eyes are so bright, flashing, deep, full of promise, all those things eyes are ...

She had always lived her best life in dreams. She knew no greater pleasure than that moment of passa...

Learning to decipher words had only added to the pleasures of holding spines and turning pages, meas...

Stories last longer: but only by becoming only stories.

Violet said nothing, though big pearly tears, like a child's, trembled at her lashes. She suddenly m...