Quotes by : John Crowley

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

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

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

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

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....

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

Stories last longer: but only by becoming only stories.

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

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