Dean Koontz Quotes
I don't know if this deception qualified as a half-step down the slippery slope. I had no sensation of sliding. But of course we never notice the descent until we're rocketing along at high velocity.
Although he never speaks of how or what or why, I know that his childhood was difficult, that his parents broke his heart. Books and excess poundage are his insulation against pain.
Some people like to hear themselves talk, but I like to hear myself silent.
But the universe in its immensity is nevertheless of a piece, and what applies at one end of it applies at the other. No doubt misery, like happiness and hope, is found throughout the stars.
As I turned to leave the tent, she said, "Don't worry. Your own mother wouldn't know you."I said, "She never has.
If patterns exist in our seemingly patternless lives — and they do — then the law of harmony insists that the most harmonious of all patterns, circles within circles, will most often assert itself.
..the most identifying trait of humanity is our ability to be inhumane to one another.
I suspect she must speak without emotion or otherwise entirely lose the self-control that is required to speak to me at all.
As we passed his table, I saw that the device that imprisoned the book was clever but wicked-looking, as though the critic were holding the work - and it's author - in bondage.
The greatest danger, of course, was to believe that I was equal to them, because assurance can morph into arrogance that Death loves to prove unfounded.
There's no tragedy in nature, only process -- and therefore no triumph, either.
I don't desire a change of scenery or exotic experiences. My heart yearns for familiarity, stability, the comfort of home — and my sanity depends on it.
I don't desire a change of scenery or exotic experiences. My heart yearns for familiarity, stability, the comfort of home- and my sanity depends on it.
All she wanted was love with respect, respect was so important to her, and I could give her that.
To get through life successfully, body and soul must translate each other correctly more often than not.
I've been badly scared myself, badly, for quite a few years now. You learn to live with it.
...on a subconscious level we're aware that time isn't enduring, that it is not a required condition of our existence, that there comes a point when we will have no need of it.
So, " said the Russian, after regaining is composure, "the lesson of the model is that the universe——all its matter and forms of energy——arise out of thought.
More likely, they would just cease to exist.""That's death.""No, it's different. Death leaves a corps.
Chronologically she is twelve, but emotionally she is older, and intellectually older still.
Eventually he understood that he was crying for himself. He was ashamed of the man whom he had become, mourning the man whom he had expected to be when he'd been a boy.
Although enlightened people know that an extreme phobia wasn't a form of madness, hey could not help but regard it as odd.
Holy men tell us life is a mystery.They embrace that concept happily.But some mysteries bite and barkand come to get you in the dark.
Now, sprawled comfortably in his motel bed, Anson Sharp enjoyed the sleep of the amoral, which is far deeper and more restful than the sleep of the just, the righteous, and the innocent.
Duty is a good thing, a calling without which no civilization can survive, but it is also a weight and chain that sometimes seems sure to sink you to the airless bottom of a dark pool
People scare me more than anything, for I know too well the savagery of which humankind is capable.
If she fully embraced life with all its conflicts, she would suffer a breakdown.
Chronologically she is twelve but emotionally she is older, and intellectually older still.
It's funny, ma'am, how sometimes you're so sarcastic but it doesn't sting.""Because of my dimples. Dimples are a get-out-of-jail-free card
He would never need a knife to spread a pat of butter on his toast. That smile would quickly melt it.
Free will, " she agreed, "our greatest gift, the thing that makes life worth living, in spite of all the anguish it brings.
People existed, however, who believed that closet racist were everywhere around them. They needed to believe this in order to have prupose and meaning in their lives, and to have someone to hate.
Her eyes were celadon saucers but bottomless, of such great depth that she could take in the knowledge of whole worlds and have room in that gaze for still more.
Her direct stare probed, as if the story of my life were written in my eyes in a few succinct lines that she could read.
You do what you have to do. That's who you seem to be to me, anyway. You're one who does what he has to do.
Jocko likes salty, Jocko likes sweet, but never bring Jocko any hot sauce, like with jalapenos, because it makes Jocko squirt funny-smelling stuff out his ears.
