Quotes from Dean Koontz

if he had been foolish enough to trust the media to help him blow the whistle, he would be dead by now.

I didn't want him to think I was all that young, meaning too young for Sharona

When you acted on principle tempered by compassion, there was sooner or later always someone with a saw.

Katie says, "What do you know that I don't?

the wake of the shriek, gunfire erupts. One, two, three shots.

A sea of lies can't wash away a single grain of truth. Truth is what it is.

People don't get attacked by packs of rats in their own homes.

You could make yourself a little crazy, even certifiable, if you insisted that life always proceed according to some this-because-that system of logic. Occasionally you had to accept the inexplicable.

Libby is just a girl, but it was a girl of her age who raised the siege of Orléans in 1428 and broke the English army, and no one can say what a girl might have the capacity to endure or achieve.

Libby hears her name wrapped in the louder sound, attenuated and distorted—"Liiiiibeeeee

The thing to understand is that you have to do what you have to do, always and without complaint. That's the way.

I took the thirty thousand. Julius paid twenty-nine thousand with a check and gave me a thousand in cash

left hand on the handrail, from step to ascending step, she carries the burden of her flesh and also her humiliation, which is by far the heavier weight. She has been shocked by her vulnerability, although

The writer that you are, I guess you're used to being a kind of dictator, telling the characters in your stories what to do.

Although he has perhaps breathed in hundreds of billions—even trillions—of programmed archaea that are carrying longevity-fostering genes from many species, perhaps it is a mistake to regard the breach of the organism-isolation labs as an existential crisis.

not spoken in the yearning tone of a mother for her daughter

His senses are sodden with lust, so he cannot think, and this sensory overload, this incogitant drowning in sensation

That is, Jack thought, the way of life. The horror changes us because we can never forget. Cursed with memory. It starts when we're old enough to know what death is and realise that sooner or later we'll lose everyone we love. We're never the same. But somehow were all right. We go on

Although Woody had studied and learned a great deal, he was well aware that there were vast

but as the dead

The only virtue is vice, and the acquisition of power justifies all things.

There is something sacred about great suffering, and it is the sacredness that makes the pain endurable.

Lively conversation would have helped her remain alert, but Trahern was not a raconteur with a trove of sparkling anecdotes.

Life is so fragile and uncertain that every daybreak is a miracle, almost a triumph. That first blush in the sky is all the hope of the world distilled into light.