John Crowley
John Crowley
John Crowley /ˈkraʊli/is an American author of fantasy, science fiction and mainstream fiction. He studied at Indiana University and has a second career as a documentary film writer...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth1 December 1942
CountryUnited States of America
cab driver dropped earring fare found gave inside officer
The cab driver gave the officer an earring he found inside his cab right after he dropped the fare off,
actual identical invented life novels pretend realistic rules simply worlds
Realistic novels simply pretend that the rules of their invented worlds are identical to the rules of actual life, but that's a ruse.
clues expectation game guess interested matter readers trying
I write in expectation that readers want to participate in a kind of two-sided game: They are trying to guess what I am up to - what the story's up to - and I'm giving them clues and matter to keep them interested without giving everything away at the start. Even the rules, if any, of the game are for the reader to discover.
cab yellow
It dialed the Yellow Cab Co. in Brockton.
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With some people I'm sure that trust has been regained, and some people are still a 'Show Me' kind of thing... I think Fletcher Allen has made a great deal of progress.
dream doors wings
She had always lived her best life in dreams. She knew no greater pleasure than that moment of passage into the other place, when her limbs grew warm and heavy and the sparkling darkness behind her lids became ordered and doors opened; when conscious thought grew owl's wings and talons and became other than conscious.
real growth branches
There was after all no mystery in the end of love, no mystery but the mystery of love itself, which was large certainly but as real as grass, as natural and unaccountable as bloom and branch and their growth.
book journey glue
Learning to decipher words had only added to the pleasures of holding spines and turning pages, measuring the journey to the end with a thumb-riffle, poring over frontispieces. Books! Opening with a crackle of old glue, releasing perfume; closing with a solid thump.
book eye promise
God, he thought, her eyes are so bright, flashing, deep, full of promise, all those things eyes are in books but never are in life, and she was his.
becoming stories lasts
Stories last longer: but only by becoming only stories.
sweat long pirate
First, she wanted to taste the sweat that shone on his throat and fragile clavicle; then he chose to undo the tails of her shirt, that she had tied up beneath her breasts; then, but then impatient they forgot about taking turns and quarreled silently, eagerly over each other, like pirates dividing treasure long sought, long imagined, long withheld.
body universe
The universe is Time's body.
growing-up clouds said
Well, do you do that consciously?" Daily Alice asked, only partly of Cloud. "Do what?" Cloud said. "Grow up? No. Well. In a sense. You see it's inevitable, or refuse to. You greet it or don't -- take it in trade, maybe, for all you're going to lose anyway. Or you can refuse, and have what you've got to lose snatched from you, and never take payment -- never see a trade is possible.
inspirational inspiring happiness
The things that make us happy make us wise.