Quotes by : John Crowley

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stories last longer: but only by becoming only stories.

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