Quotes from Dean Koontz

But insanity is everywhere these days, and celebrated. Insanity is rapidly becoming the new normal.

Hope is the thing with feathers / That perches in the soul …" But if your hope was hope for the wrong thing, it could be a sharp-beaked hawk that ravaged the soul and the heart.

Music is sound, sound consists of vibrations in the air, and these particular vibrations resonated with the marrow of my bones, with the tissues of my heart. - Addison Goodheart pg. 199

Life was like the ice on an early-winter pond: more fragile than it appeared to be, riddled by hidden fractures, with a cold darkness below.

Sometimes the heart makes decisions the mind cannot, and though we know that the heart is deceitful above all things, we know that at rare moments of stress and profound loss it can be purged pure by suffering.

The truth was in her voice as sure as rain and sunshine are in a green blade of grass.

Life had been hard on this girl, Jacob, but she had enough courage for an army.

He would pray...for everyone who knew pain, which meant everyone who wore a human face.

We must know the pain of loss; because if we never knew it, we would have no compassion for others, and we would become monsters of self-regard, creatures of unalloyed self interest.

In all our lives, however, there are many days when we die a little, when we are wounded by loss or failure, or by fear, or by seeing the suffering of others for whom we are able to offer only pity, for whom we are powerless to offer aid, who are beyond mercy.

he found he was suffering from laugh-deficit disorder.

People think power makes them big, but it brings out their inner bratty child and makes them small. - Grady Adams - Breathless by Dean Koontz pg 287 chapter 59

The novelist F. Scott Fitzgerald said that the real dark night of the soul was always three o'clock in the morning, and those sixty minutes between three o'clock and four were reliably and literally the darkest in the city.

We make so many of our own troubles, from mere mishaps to disasters, by dwelling on the possibility of them until the possible becomes inevitable.

Eventually he understood that he was crying for himself. He was ashamed of the man whom he had become, mourning the man whom he had expected to be when he'd been a boy.

And so we went to the Panamint, where Death had gone to gamble and had, as always, won.

Stormy Llewellyn didn't want a pedestal. She wanted only someone who would look her straight in the eyes and always tell her the truth.

Dear, the man can't be eviscerated because he has no viscera. He's a walking colon. If you cut him open, you only end up covered in crap.

Their perpetual readiness for play is endearing, and their willingness to forgive deception time after time is one of the key differences between the heart of a dog and the human heart. Trixie

He's a man, Themla said. I guess that explains it. Hairy, Neanderthalic, Thelma said, perpetually half-crazed from excessive levels of testosterone, plagued by racial memories of the lost glory of mammoth-hunting expeditions - they're all alike.

death is frequently the reward for the reckless and the timid alike

Acknowledge your fear, odd one. Fearlessness is for the insane and the arrogant. You are neither. Those who rely on you for their lives will be well served only if you fear what you should fear. You are a unique soul, a child of grace, but you can still fail yourself and others.

When everything is sacred, nothing is.

I am getting the chaos I wanted. The problem is, you can switch the chaos on, but chaos itself is in control of the off switch.