Quotes from Dean Koontz

What're you—Jane Hawk?

I am the One, the all and the only. I live in the Pendleton as surely as I live everywhere. I am the Pendleton's history and its destiny. The building is my place of conception, my monument, my killing ground.

When social forces press for the rejection of age-old Truth, then those who reject it will seek meaning in their own truth. These truths will rarely be Truth at all; they will be only collections of personal preferences and prejudices.

I avoid contemporary TV...politics...art: all too frantic, fevered, and frivolous, or else angry, bitter.

Plain, homely women like you and me will never lead a glamorous life, never go to exotic places. So books have a special value to us. We can experience most everything vicariously, through books. This isn't bad. Living through books is even better than having friends and knowing... men.

What's wrong with writers?" he asked. "A lot of them hate the world and want to change it, build Utopia." "I don't." "Good. Because utopias always turn out to be one version of hell or another.

He checks his iPhone and discovers one text message. As always, it is from Ace of Diamonds

succeed, the movement must break the bonds between parents and children, between husbands and wives.

O, WHAT MAY MAN WITHIN HIM HIDE, THOUGH ANGEL ON THE OUTWARD SIDE! —William Shakespeare

Well, if my father comes down out of the stars, I hope he was Luke Skywalker rather than Jabba the Hutt.

If that were to happen, she couldn't keep her Promise.

But no lie, regardless of how well intended, could deceive in telepathic communication

wicker, and it bestrode

Because, I can feel it coming, something powerful, the way you feel the air taking on weight when a thunderstorm is coming.

Here was leisure measured in days, in weeks; here, in these expensive and lovingly crafted boats, was leisure measured in month-long sailing excursions up and down the coast, so much leisure that it made Lem break into a sweat, made him want to scream.

a sorrowing sky, the days and nights washed by the grief of angels...

on her deathbed... I tell her she is as good a soul as I have ever met or hope to meet, that she is an angel in the flesh, and that I will speak her name to God every night of my life before I go to sleep.

butterfly flyin' after dark is an omen, means your death is maybe comin' soon. Don't look at me like that, smart ass. I never stepped on no eggshells.

he expressed his love more often with pats on the head and affectionate smiles than with kisses and extravagant proclamations of devotion.

To succeed, the movement must break the bonds between parents and children, between husbands and wives.

This is just another day in April, a Tuesday defined by isolation and hard-won serenity

or some federal black-op outfit with no name, that is more problematic.

The directness of his stare suggests her every word matters to him, and she feels that she has his sincere sympathy rather than unwanted pity.

If someone had killed Hamlet in the first act, a lot more people would've been alive at the end.