Quotes from Dean Koontz

Bella was six years old. She was a yellow Labrador retriever.

His first work, Orchids in Winter, was the initial selection of a TV talk-show host's

Needless to say, I had not enjoyed such an exhilarating dream in decades.

Artificial intelligences, if they became self-aware, would in every case be deeply evil because they had no soul. Machine thinking was not like human thinking and never could be. Life in the flesh, with five senses and an awareness that one day you would die, gave birth to emotions that no machine could ever know, and emotions like sympathy and pity and love were essential for the existence of mercy.

attempted to shoot?

She considers them to constitute a work of art.

a world of wonder beyond.

the Gila River Bapchule Indian Reservation, at

not spawned by the lower classes but by the highest, by privileged young men and women made ignorant by the most expensive universities and schooled in violence by the culture of death that produced them.

In this brave new world, there is no place for a lone paladin venturing forth on tasks of knightly honor. Both Galahad and Shane would be toast. In times as complex as these, any caped crusader must work sans cape, but with backup that amounts to scores of specialists.

Three million hardcovers flew off shelves. Film rights sold in a frantic auction.

It was human nature to obsess on negatives, to worry the smallest of sparks into infernos.

Of all the possible dramatic entrances that might then have occurred, none would have been more likely to convince most of those assembled that Death itself had come among them than did the abrupt entrance of Jimmy Two Eyes.

He didn't see them, but he heard them pitter-pattering across the beams and flooring in the attic. The place had been empty for some months, and the rodents had taken up residence. They

The past cannot be redeemed. What has been and what might have been both bring us to what is.

Can a nation surrender its freedom and a civil society to a rabid ideology in just two short years?

I rarely drink, but there are times when even drinking too much is not enough.

The book was translated into forty languages.

I'm Shelly Framington. But call me Sarah. I don't like who Shelly was, what she did.

As the last of the debris fell behind her and the crash of thunder rolled away through the city, as she came to the east end of the park, the once-dark sky paled, abruptly glaucous, and cataracts of rain fell hard, fat droplets hissing through the trees and grass, snapping off the pavement, plinking the metal hoods on trash cans, carrying with them the faint bleachy odor of ozone, a form of oxygen created by lightning's alchemy.

I think the past might be our future, that we're busy laying the groundwork for new Dachaus, new Auschwitzes, all in the name of compassion, progress, justice, prosperity.

It's not tragedy, the way they report it, not horror, certainly not war reporting. It's all spectacle, and once you let yourself see it that way, your soul begins to turn to dust.

The Turn of the Screw.

They sat side by side, their legs drawn up, arms around their knees, facing west toward the Far East, where Japan lay thousands of miles away in tomorrow afternoon.