John Connolly Quotes

It was bad enough when I thought your ghost was haunting me; I don't think I could handle the real thing.

So that's the ghost you been running from.

Rather than a horror film, a ghost story is different because a ghost is what you can't quite see.

There's a ghost in this house! An unquiet spirit!" Unquiet spirit?" Shane said under his breath. "Is that politically correct for pissed off? You know, like Undead American or something?

A Corpse or a Ghost- I'd sooner be one or t'other, square and fair, than a Ghost in a Corpse, which is my feelins at present.

Ghost of Bobby: no, no you can't eat me. I'm a ghost. Stephen Colbert: That just means that there's less bones to pick out.

I always wanted to live in a haunted house.

I have never yet heard of a murderer who was not afraid of a ghost.

While it's cool to think ghosts exist, I don't want to see one.

The first ghost story I ever heard was from my mother.

I frightened myself. I became the ghost Piper was so scared of.

Have you ever seen a witness? That's what she called herself. Not a ghost, those don't exist, and not an angel, those do, but a witness." "No." "Ever heard the term?" "Outside of a legal trial, no.

He -it- was a specter! I stepped back, stunned.

If death itself were to die, would it have a ghost, and would the ghost of death visit the dead in the guise of someone alive, if only to fright them from any temptation to return?

The seraph looked up, and pain sliced through my head as our eyes met, almost blinding me. "I honor you. You can do something I cannot," it said softly. "For all I am and all I have been, you are human. You are loved for your inventiveness, both good and bad. I can kill, but you can create. You can even create...an end," it said wistfully. "That's something I will never be able to do. Accept this. Create.

° “Not a ghost, but an angel.

"He mentioned it!" one of the ghosts whimpered.

I say I’m an atheist but I wouldn’t mind being visited by a ghost.

Angel looks down at him and says, “Oh, pretty boy, Can't you show me nothing but surrender?

When I was a kid I thought I saw a ghost in the forest when I was on a bush walk, like a walk through the forest. I saw something weird pass from one side of the track to the other, and it was sort of a white, blurry... it's hard to describe, really, something that was almost see-through but it just moved in front of me. It was definitely something you could tell was there, and it really freaked me out. I think I was probably 10, and I ran all the way home.

The image of the presence, whatever it was, waiting there for him to go -this image had not yet been so concrete for his nerves as when he stopped short of the point at which certainty would have come to him. For, with all his resolution, or more exactly with all his dread, he did stop short - he hung back from really seeing. The risk was too great and his fear too definite: it took at this moment an awful specific form.

You want to know whether I believe in ghosts? Of course I do not believe in them. If you had known as many of them as I have, you would not believe in them either.

When I was younger, I never wanted to rehearse because I thought that someone would figure out I don't know what I'm doing.

That affable familiar ghost Which nightly gulls him with intelligence.