Quotes by : John Bellairs

Nahum bobbed again. 'My crest is cropped by croaking cranes. I go to drown in doleful dumps, dead-drunk....

I do not think, Prospero,' he said, 'that one should attribute a very high degree of reality to your....

When he had brushed a thin coat of dust off the pebbled leather cover of one volume, he saw the words:....

Whatever you think you are, that's what you are

He had taken the precaution of closing the inside shutters of the only window, and his staff, though....

The two weary but still talkative wizards sat in a pair of fan-backed chairs and pitched pebbles at the....