Quotes from Dean Koontz

With friends, this is a cool world; without friends, it would be unbearably cold.

Anyway," he said, "if somebody doesn't belong in the world, there's no door they can throw him out. They can't take the world away from him and put him somewhere different. The worst thing they can do is kill him. That's all.

Love scrubs the worst stains clean. Anyway, there can be no retreat in the face of evil, only resistance. And commitment.

The corpse you planted last year in your garden, Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?" —T. S. Eliot, The Waste Land

Although my perception might have been distorted by melancholy, it seemed to me that most of those people were in pairs, the larger percentage of them holding hands, as if they were extras in a movie of high romance, accessorizing a scene for which the director's purpose might have been to say that life was a parade lived two-by-two, as it had been since before Noah's fabled ark and as it would be always.

One of the greatest gifts we receive from dogs is the tenderness they evoke in us.

Everything now depends on mutual trust, Addison Goodheart. Sit down or go. There can be no third choice.

Therefore, she would have to open herself to all the experiences that her new life provided, including the awful possibility of rejection and severe disappointment. Without risk, there was no hope of gain.

So, said the Russian, after regaining is composure, the lesson of the model is that the universe——all its matter and forms of energy——arise out of thought.

Its immeasurably easier to live in a world that's all surfaces, that means nothing and demands nothing of you.

As we passed his table, I saw that the device that imprisoned the book was clever but wicked-looking, as though the critic were holding the work - and it's author - in bondage.

The last twenty years had not been kind to him. He looked beaten by time, shrunken by care- and glad to be gone.

We are destined to be together forever. We have a card that says so. Gypsy Mummy is never wrong.

Waiting is one of the things that human beings cannot do well, though it is one of the essential things we must do successfully if we are to know happiness. We are impatient for the future and try to craft it with our own powers, but the future will come as it comes and will not be hurried.

These days, all I ask Fate is that the people she hurls into my life, whether they are evil or good, or morally bipolar, should be amusing to one degree or another.

Initially the snow had been beautiful, but not so much now. The softness and sparkle still charmed, but the storm occluded the sky, denying us the stars. At the moment, I needed to see a firmament of stars, needed to gaze past the moon and through the constellations, needed to see what can't be seen--infinity.

The killer walked with a light step that could be achieved only by someone not weighed down with a conscience, and went out into the night's embrace.

Someone said that everyone should stay back, so as not to stress me, but I said no. I said I wanted to see them all, to see people. I wanted to see not just the people I loved and the people I knew, but also the people I didn't know. I wanted to see people, because people had been my life, the good and bad, but always so many more good people than bad. They had been my life, and I did not want to die without the faces of people as the last thing I saw of that beautiful and mysterious world.

Anyway, to maintain the right perspective, sweetie, we always should be at risk of failure, the possibility of making wrong choices.

Life is hard and lonely for many people. If all of us would just make one another feel special now and then—not just with money, but however we can—wouldn't that be lovely?

A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than he loves himself. —Josh Billings

In a universe in which past, present, and future came into existence all at once, complete from beginning to end, with all possible outcomes of every life woven through the tapestry, there is no chance, only choice, no luck, but only consequences.

In the folklore of the British Isles, a bodach is a vile beast that slithers down chimneys at night and carries off children who misbehave. Rather like Inland Revenue agents.

There's no tragedy in nature, only process -- and therefore no triumph, either.