Quotes from Dean Koontz

Fear of the unknown is the most purely distilled and potent terror.

We support social justice by being antisocial." He leaned forward in his chair, lowering his voice as if imparting a secret. "We protest poverty by living well. And we champion freedom by providing folks like you with whatever you think makes you free.

her jet-black hair and dark eyes and exquisite arrangement of features

To everything there is a season, A time to kill and a time to heal

And anyway, things have a way of happening that force you to be what you are.

Coming even fifty miles to force a probe up my butt without my permission is a pretty good definition of a pervert.

Your sixteen days to late you son of a bitch- Travis, Whatchers

Life insurance proceeds and the sale of two houses

that allows him to be accepted as a sort of honorary member of the gang

When danger can be sensed but not identified, then everyone and everything becomes a source of concern; the world from horizon to horizon seems hostile.

Fantasy is a doorway to superstition. Talking animals, humble pig, a clever spider - A corrupting influence...the first step in a life of unreason and irrational beliefs... It would've been better if they hit us. Much better. Bruises, broken bones - that's the kind of thing gets the attention of Child Protective Services.

Even though she knew it wasn't biologically possible for her heart to rise into her throat, she swallowed it anyway.

But the rebellious primitive that lived in the back of every human brain was drawn to what the forebrain deemed too dark for civilized consideration, and the eye sometimes turned traitor.

Kipp yearned to say so much to her while time remained. Although his intelligence had somehow been enhanced to a human level, he lacked the vocal

significant contributing factor to her ability to buy this remote and little-valued island

Deputy Carrickton

Like her grandfather, she is a knowledge sponge.

maybe I shouldn't have regarded the ISA as omniscient and omnipresent.

No one could make a fool of himself in dying, regardless of his delusions; life was the stage for fools, and no one earned mockery by going to his grave.

lèse majesté?

The maze of Ronny Jessup's dark erotic dreams of absolute power was also the labyrinth of David Thorne's nightmares.

She never annoyed the bookstore customers and never let on that some of them had literary tastes she found unfortunate.

apparatus for speech.

She told him that she wished he would come to life for her, the way that he had come to life in the wonderful story, and she really did wish it, want it, need it. She could so clearly see him rising from the page of the book as he had risen from the baker's tray before setting out into the city. When the incident began, it was pure Disney. But not for long.