Quotes from Dean Koontz

We wasn't born to be all the time scared, we was born happy.

Death lies dormant in each of us and will bloom in time.

Sometimes many publishers prefer that you write the same book every time, but I have a low boredom threshold so that isn't going to happen.

Only time conquers time and its burdens.

I am sustained by the certainty that life has meaning. As does death.

The functions of intellect are insufficient without courage, love, friendship, compassion and empathy.

I think it's perfectly just to refuse service to anyone based on behavior, but not based on race or religion.

Your mind always does worse things than people can show in a movie.

When tempest tossed, embrace chaos.

Hope is the destination that we seek. Love is the road that leads to hope. Courage is the motor that drives us. We travel out of darkness into faith.

Life had not taught me to distrust ministers, but it had taught me to trust no one more than dogs.

Without trust, there can be no tranquil resting of the mind.

Writing a novel is like making love, but it's also like having a tooth pulled. Pleasure and pain. Sometimes it's like making love while having a tooth pulled.

My life would be constrained by the horror and fierce rage that my appearance inspired, but I would know peace as well as fear, tenderness as well as brutality, and even love in a time of cruelty.

I don't find slashing and blood flying everywhere to be scary. I just find it repulsive.

If something in your writing gives support to people in their lives, that's more than just entertainment-which is what we writers all struggle to do, to touch people.

If someone wrote it and it had a peculiar twist, I've read it.

If you want to publish two books a year under your own name and your publisher doesn't, maybe you need a different publisher.

I've not seen in my lifetime any politician who is a heroic figure. The manipulation that all politicians use on one level or another is so transparent.

The heart is an artist that paints over what profoundly disturbs it, leaving on the canvas a less dark, less sharp version of the truth.

In a world that daily disconnects further from truth, more and more people accept the virtual in place of the real, and all things virtual are also malleable.

People couldn't bear to go on living if they faced every cold truth about themselves.

Evil men often easy to mislead, because they have spent so long deceiving that they no longer recognise the truth and mistake deseption for it.

The hatred of truth is the taproot of violence.