John Connolly Quotes

This little piggy went to Hades This little piggy stayed home This little piggy ate raw and steaming human flesh This little piggy violated virgins And this little piggy clambered over a heap of dead bodies to get to the top

She doesn't quite chop his head off. She makes a Pez dispenser out of him.

After I shut the door behind me, I heard Darryl say "of course eating him would work too.

Like a lot of people, I love a bit of blood and gore.

I grew up with a lot of fairy tales. And they had an essence of darkness to them.

From even the greatest of horrors, irony is seldom absent.

Mythologies are violent things, and to be true to them, you have to go to primal territory.

And of course, when you see your brother in the toilet bowl...there's a little voice that say, 'I wonder where he would go...'...if it hadn't been for his head.

Don't Cry Darling, It's Blood All Right

In order to pass the time I told him the story of the German who ate the other German whom he’d met on the internet.

Stories come from violence, they come from sex. They come from death. They come from the dark places that everyone has to go to, kind of wants to, or doesn't, but needs to deal with. If you raise a kid to think everything is sunshine and flowers, they're going to get into the real world and die. That's the reason fairy tales are so creepy, because we need to encapsulate these things, to inoculate ourselves against them, so that when we're confronted by the genuine horror that is day-to-day life we don't go insane.

There's nothing like a headless corpse to bring a touch of excitement into one's life.

Nietzsche, who you don't spend too much time with after the age of seventeen, did have that one great line about "he who stares into the abyss must know that the abyss also stares into him" and I never really understood that until my friend got killed and you really get your head around the idea of what horror means. It's a truly awful thing, to really, kind of have that understanding of things and when you really peer into that.

He's no more human than I am, ma petite." At least I'm not dead." That can be remedied.

Once, I cut off a man's head, but he did not know it until he tried to brush his hair. Then it fell off.

As if you cut open a rag doll with a sill name, and found inside:Real intestines, real lungs, a beating heart and blood. A lot of hot, sticky blood.

His blood is black and boiling hot, he gurgles ghastly groans. He'll cook you in his dinner pot, your skin, your flesh, your bones.

Ok first things first I'll eat your brains Then Imma start rockin gold teeth & fangs

CPR dummy looked like him and had clearly been stabbed. Repeatedly. In the groin. He thought she might have used the dummy for target practice, and tried not to be offended. Key word: tried.

On his Hannibal Lector mask: I've got it at home. I wear it to bed every night.

When the dead body said, "Good evening," Annabel had to face the grim conclusion that it wasn't as dead as she'd hoped.

Any problems with your flight? (Acheron) I didn’t eat my pilot if that’s what you mean. And little Nicky here is still breathing and not bleeding. (Zarek)

But monsters, I now know, come in all shapes and sizes, and only their appetite for human flesh defines them.

I will gradually drop this subject of graveyards. I have been trying all I could to get down to the sentimental part of it, but I cannot accomplish it. I think there is no genuinely sentimental part to it. It is all grotesque, ghastly, horrible.

The plants filled the place, a forest of them, with nasty meaty leaves and stalks like the newly washed fingers of dead men.