Quotes from Dean Koontz

When you're on the run from the law, you need beans in your belly, tough-guy food.

All appears to be quiet over on Ringrock. No boats patrol its shores, and no helicopters arrive or depart.

In one of his psychology classes, he'd been taught that, as a person lay dying

The wood of the porch is the weathered gray that high-end designers strive to achieve for wealthy clients and that the poor endure because they lack money for paint.

or which might one day flare violently enough to boil oceans and incinerate an entire hemisphere.

I understand why the world is shapen as it is, that we should have free will and be more than ants, that we must know evil if we're also to know good.

Nazis and communists have a lot in common,' Alex said. 'They want the same thing – absolute control, unqualified power.

Life was too short to dwell on nightmares instead of dreams.

Sometimes there is no darker place than our own thoughts: the moonless midnight of our mind

The curtains of the past part, and he sees what has been; the mists of the future clear, and he sees an event yet to occur.

we're not living in an age of truth and grace.

When we hope, we usually hope for the wrong thing. 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.

After the slightest hesitation, Lindblom says

She has been sitting on the step for half an hour when she hears semiautomatic rifle fire in the distance.

the brain produced

Yet we humans have the hubris to think we can build eternal cities, stop the aging process, control the climate

A dog's love is pure and can inspire the repressed angel in even the most corrupted heart.

Your cousin Paulie, he has prostate cancer. Who knew he's man enough to have a prostate?

So many were swept away by boldfaced lies and swayed into currents of vicious fantasies, until they were so far from the shore of truth that they couldn't even see it.

He was the lord of memory, father of lies and he could meet any challenge.

The focal point

The world was a maze of mysteries and puzzles, but it was a world of rational design that did not present puzzles without answers. There was always an answer.

Certain events are lightly sketched on the future and can be erased. Others are woven into the fabric of all that is to come and resist being unraveled.

She is finished eating dinner, halfway through the fiftysome pages of the novella, considering a rare third glass of wine