Author of quotes: John Connolly

He told them about stories and books, explained that the stories want to be told, and the books - read the books contains all the necessary information about the life, about the country, about which he wrote, about all the lands and States that they can imagine.
Some children understood this, others did not.

Must be from height London looks like the layout with toy houses and miniature trees on tiny streets. Probably the only way you can hurl bombs to pretend like everything is fake, and when the bottom of the explosions, no one is and never dies.

The sound of mom's voice seemed to David song, performed each time anew, with new shades of sound.

Ordinary wolves were cannibals by nature, but those that looked like people were much worse.

After all, in the eyes of the father you always remain a child, whatever you were and how much time you are apart.

After all, every adult has an inner child, and every child is a future adult.

Without it, I became less.

The dwarves liked him. He didn't always understand what they say, but obsessed with the thought of killing and the class of oppressed individuals they were very entertaining.

... he often came quietly into the room where mother was reading, she smiled (and always received a smile in return), sat down and was immersed in his own book. They wandered, each in their own worlds, but shared with each other the time and place.

He prayed. He tried to be good, so she did not suffer for his mistakes. He walked through the house as quietly as possible and didn't scream when I played with toy soldiers. He came up with his daily rituals, and tried to accurately perform them, because deep down, believed that the fate of the mom connected with his actions.

And the wolf saw how beautiful her eyes are (they seemed even more beautiful because I looked at it), how gentle her hands (they seemed even softer because ironed it), how soft and red from her lips (they seemed even softer because petted him).

In one story a Princess bewitched by the enchantments of the sorcerer, danced all night and slept all days, but in the end didn't get rid of the spell with the help of a Prince or a clever servant - no, she just died to come back as a Ghost and pester the sorcerer so much that he rushed into the burning abyss and burned to the ground.

They were like prisoners who just announced that the executioner had some free time and he cut off several heads before heading home for tea.

This world is full of threats and danger, David. We meet openly to those that we designed. When the time comes, you have to make choices and to act in the name of the greater good, even at the risk themselves, but we don't need we don't give their lives. Each of us has only one life to live or to give it. Is that is thank to lose it in a hopeless situation?