Quotes from Dean Koontz

He needed some aromatherapy to clear his mind. He needed some time in the sauna. He felt stupid. He had never before felt stupid. His mother said stupidity should be a capital offense, except with so many stupid people everywhere you looked, there wouldn't be enough steel in the world to build all the necessary guillotine blades or enough executioners to operate them.

Litigation is expensive. I could lose. I'm aware of that.

In their humility, they can't easily see themselves as the spine and heart of the world, but if they don't eventually understand their value, the necessity of their resistance, the future will be an ugly realm of madness, oppression, and endless violence.

David wondered what kind of dark-minded people wanted items from the abattoir of a rapist-murderer and how Stuart Ulrich knew where to advertise to attract their attention.

We sometimes take refuge in misery, a strange kind of comfort... But no matter what happens in life, happiness is there for us, waiting to be embraced.

taut. She looked out of the windows, left and right—and her tail began to swish.

none of it is quite what it was this time the previous day.

Truly evil people aren't given the license to linger. The fact that you've been here so long since death means you don't have any reason to fear what comes next.

His earring is a silver circle pierced by an arrow

This world is mysterious. Sometimes we perceive the mystery, and retreat in doubt, in fear. Sometimes we go with it.

THREE BUTTERFLIES, AERIAL GEISHAS, DANCED out of the sunshine, into the porch shadows. Their silken kimonos flaring and folding and flaring in graceful swirls of color, as bashful as faces hidden behind the pleats of hand-painted fans, they fled, quick, into the brightness from which they had come.

Readers are not sheep. They are wolves, filled with curiosity, adventurous, always hungry for a tasty treat with at least a little substance to it.

His sense of smell alone brought him more information

Now comes the evening of the mind. Here are the fireflies twitching in the blood. —Donald Justice, "The Evening of the Mind

I get the phlegm of fear in my throat again, thicker than before, and I have to keep swallowing hard to be able to breathe right. Don't ask about my heart. It's just thudding like some pneumatic hammer.

Give the narrative a lighter tone than you think it deserves, dear boy, lighter than you think that 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.

Intuition is the highest form of knowledge.

they'll have to endure a lot of bad publicity, public scorn.

My pity was quickly exceeded by a kind of righteous rage, which is a dangerous emotion, clouding judgment, precluding caution. In this condition, which I do not seek, which frightens me, which comes over me as though I have been possessed, I can't turn away from what must be done. I plunge. My friends, those few who know my secrets, think my compulsion has a divine inspiration. Maybe it's just temporary insanity.

Saffron "Sunny" Ketterling

Those who murder children have killed their own souls and exist rather than live, and neither live nor exist in any world to come.

He was mad with hope. In reasonable measure, hope sustains us. In great excess, it distorts perceptions, dulls the mind, corrupts the heart to no less an extent than does heroin.

nothing smaller would so reliably stop an assailant.

no one here ever took the work of Karl Marx or Friedrich Nietzsche or Sigmund Freud seriously. So there had been no Lenin, no Soviet Union, no communism or fascism; and two hundred million people who, elsewhere, had been killed by those regimes, had not been killed here.