Quotes from Dean Koontz

What're you—Jane Hawk?" "Who's Jane Hawk?" "This kick-ass rogue FBI agent in these novels my mom likes. Even if you were Jane Hawk, it won't work the way you say. It never will.

areas of knowledge about which he was ignorant and probably always would be. There was only so much time.

damned might call jealously to the living. Three more shots follow the first three.

out everything you could've told us. And if our little ruse

The undulant road winds across hills, down into hollows where mist slithers through the darkness like a procession of spirits proceeding toward their fate. The mountains, worn low by millennia of weather, offer no steep palisades, only rolling slopes that suggest that the landscape was inspired by the female form.

We yearn for tomorrow and the progress that it represents. But yesterday was once tomorrow, and where was the progress in it? Or we yearn for yesterday, for what was or what might have been. But as we are yearning, the present is becoming the past, so the past is nothing but our yearning for second chances.

Although I am, figuratively speaking, a brother to the moon

abiogenesis

When you grow up, Jonah, women are gonna break your heart so often, you lose count.

A single death is a tragedy; a million deaths is a statistic.

Increasingly, everywhere in the world, people are not governed by those who wish to serve them, but ruled by those mad with power and determined to have total submission. They seem ever more fiercely inspired to greater ruthlessness. They call their hatred justice and see it as a virtue.

AN ARTIST IS A MATHEMATICIAN WHO KNOWS THE FORMULAS OF THE SOUL

Einstein watched with interest and did not seem even slightly woozy from his half-bottle of San Miguel. "Okay," Travis said, "I need

About sixty feet ahead, Chang ran along a surfline of gray shadows, where the waves of light dissolved against the shore of night.

There was a time to take refuge in the arms of those you loved, and there was a time to stand up to great evil and be not bowed. If you didn't know the difference, then you were doomed to perish about two-thirds of the way through the story, when the narrative needed a jolt of violence and emotion.

The wall clock and her wristwatch had stopped, their sweep hands no longer wiping away the seconds, and the digital clock on the microwave had gone dark, as if something that lived outside of time had stepped into this world and brought its clockless ambiance with it.

live by the old saying popular with Californians—"Go with the flow"—though that's exactly what happens to a dead goldfish when you flush it down a toilet.

TUESDAY, 30 DECEMBER

He had been greeted by a black screen with one word in white block letters: Tragedy.

But the heart is deceitful above all things.

But it may also mean that the visible can be born from the invisible, that matter can arise from energy, that thought is a form of energy and that thought itself can be concretized into the very object that is imagined.

Everything we want is nothing here.

Men are often made stupid by love.

no degree of prosperity can be sufficient to eliminate all misfortune, and sloth is impervious to opportunity.