Quotes from Dean Koontz

One thing we've noticed is these days people see all kinds of things they don't want to see, so they go blind." "Selectively blind.

We are fallen in a broken world, and one thing that occurs to me is that after thousands of years, when we think of fallen angels, we think of them as we always have: busy spreading misery on Earth. But the universe in its immensity is nevertheless of a piece, and what applies at one end of it applies at the other. No doubt misery, like happiness and hope, is found throughout the stars.

I needed more time to think. And a better brain with which to do the thinking.

The crazy thing is, Mother, after more than twenty years of this crap, down at the bottom of my heart, where it ought to be the darkest, I think there's still this spark of love for you. It may be pity, I'm not sure, but it hurts enough to be love.

He had to lie to himself about life, pretend it was less hard than it really was, and then press forward by one slippery means or another, all the while deluding himself into believing that he was conquering the world.

Don't get me wrong. I'm sure you've got a fabulously dark, twisted, and perhaps even deeply sick imagination. I'm not trying to devalue the dementedness of your imagination and do not mean to diminish your pride in it.

My imagination is as rich as my bank account is empty.

He often remembered his dad's admonition that envy was mental theft. If you coveted another man's possessions, Dad said, then you should be willing to take on his responsibilities, heartaches, and troubles along with his money.

The world needed a little Evil, so Good had something to compare itself to, but you couldn't let it think it had the right-of-way on the road and an invitation to dinner.

Everything barbarians do is nothing, no matter how loudly they insist it's something.

La oscuridad devora la brillante luz del día. La oscuridad exige y siempre gana. La oscuridad escucha, observa, espera. La oscuridad reclama el día que celebra. A veces en el silencio llega la oscuridad. A veces con un alegre repique de campanas.

Gradually, however, she revealed a frustration with the willful ignorance that is an abiding human trait, an indignation at the cruelty that people visit upon one another. She might see the world as hopeless, but she believed it did not have to remain that way.

A dog can be a living work of art, a constant reminder of the exquisite design and breathtaking detail of nature, beauty on four paws.

Give the narrative a lighter tone than you think it deserves, dear boy, lighter than you think you can bear to give it, he instructed before I began to write, because you won't find the truth of life in morbidity, only in hope.

Another plum, another plum, another plum for me! Jocko shakes the cyber tree! Ah ha-ha-ha, Ah ha-ha-ha!

When my time is up, I want to cross a River Styx of pure root beer. - Jilly Page 30

When you keep a secret from those closest to you, even with the best of motives, there is a danger that you will create a smaller life within your main life. The first secret will spin off other secrets that also must be kept, complicated webs of evasion that grow into elaborate architectures of repressed truths and subterfuge, until you discover that you must live two narratives at once.

Human beings not only can't bear too much reality, we flee from reality when someone doesn't force us close enough to the fire to feel the heat on our faces.

You're spooky, he said, You knew what I was thinking. That not spooky, she said, That's married.

Her direct stare probed, as if the story of my life were written in my eyes in a few succinct lines that she could read.

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

There's the past, which we might wish desperately that we can change, and there's now. If we don't seize the now with all our might, it becomes just another part of the past that we end up wishing we could change.

For a long time, she wept, not so much for him and not at all for herself, but for the condition of all things and for the way the world could be but is not.

I could live with one butt cheek — just sit at a slant for the rest of my life, not worry about how baggy the seat of my blue jeans looked, get used to the nickname Halfass — but I couldn't live with my brains blown out.