Quotes from Dean Koontz

This was, after all, how some of the best things happened in life—by the mysterious working of synchronicity, incredible coincidence.

Nothing is more dangerous for me than to forget that I am a man both of reason and supernatural perception. When I function in only one mode or the other, I am denying half myself, half my potential

I was a champion of the law (aluf shel halakha), a guardian of the natural law

bloodstream

Her sweet appearance and air of perpetual gratitude for the very fact of life seemed to be the truth of her.

encounter on Aguereberry Point, Oxenwald is on the move again after less than an hour.

books were a way to lead another life, a way to be someone else entirely, to be anyone at all.

The only thing he'd needed to scare away with a long blast of the horn had been raccoons that approached him hissing and baring their teeth.

Where an owner showed pride in his home, the fresh paint, the upright picket fence, the well-barbered shrubs only emphasized the debris, decay, and dilapidation that characterized the surrounding properties. Each island of order did not offer hope of a community-wide transformation, but instead seemed to be a dike that could not long hold back an inevitably rising tide of chaos.

God imagines the world, and the world becomes." Romanovich said, "Well, we know that matter can be transformed to energy, as burning oil produces heat and light—" "As

Sometimes it takes a lot of distance to be able to fold a piece of your life into a work of fiction.

face that looked partly melted.

if the House and Senate wouldn't write laws to force the courts to do so, then judges and politicians couldn't be counted on to protect anyone, anywhere, at any time.

high priests of a theocracy, deceive them and use them with no more compunction than they would feel after deceiving a hen to take her eggs or after using a hammer to drive a nail. To those who lack a conscience, there is no such thing as remorse.

Soon, both of the Dawson children would be slaughtered, reduced to nothing more than bloody mounds of dead meat.

discovered the deadbolt hadn't been engaged.

These days, "science" is often nothing more than a cover story.

shore of truth that they couldn't even see it. They were everywhere in our time, controlled by those who taught them to fear what didn't threaten them and receive with gladness those ideas and forces that would rob them of purpose, of meaning, of security—and sooner than later would take away their

he pours three types of blood into the hole—cat, rat, and human.

In short, Stormy sees this life as boot camp. She calls the next life "service." I sure hope she's wrong, because one of the implications of her cosmology is that the many terrors we know here are an inoculation against worse in the world to come.

The urgent events of this night had perhaps for the first time in his thirty-six years given him a sure connection with others and an awareness of meaning in his life, as well as a sense of purpose beyond mere continued existence—that purpose perceived by everyone yet mysterious, which involved not the body and the world, but the soul.

Fiftyish, with a thickening waist and thinning blond hair, he had the weary look of a man who'd seen more death than he had bargained for when the romance of the healer's profession had long ago lured him into medical school.

The internet is the greatest repository of knowledge in history. But when history is kept in electronic files, the internet is also an efficient memory hole, and truths can be erased as easily as untruths can be fact-checked and sold as the new history.

People are books of a kind, each one a story. Sometimes, with no more than a glance or a gesture or a poignant word, they turn a page for you and reveal a deeper truth about themselves than you've seen before.