Dean Koontz

“Being alone can be good. It's easy to find peace alone. But sometimes, being alone is a king of death.”

“No one can grant you happiness. Happiness is a choice we all have the power to make.”

“For the likes of you, the path to happiness is one mean son of a bitch of a path.”

“Home was not a perfect place. But it was the only home they had and they could hope to make it better.”

“Imagine that you are more than nothing. Evil made you, but you are no more evil than a child unborn. If you want, if you seek, if you hope, who is to say that your hope might not be answered...”

“What will happen will happen. There is time for miracles until there is no more time, but time has no end.”

“For a long time things were so bad. Very bad. Dark even when there was light. The only thing that kept the dark back was the Forever Shiny Thing that was her secret... It is a word...the wor...”

“Hope wasn't a cottage industry; it was neither a product that she could manufacture like needlepoint samplers nor a substance she could secrete, in her cautious solitude, like a maple tree p...”

“To many people, free will is a license to rebel not against what is unjust or hard in life but against what is best for them and true.”

“The geometry of judgment is a circle. Hate is a snake that turns to consume itself from the tail, a circle that diminishes to a point, then to nothing. Pride is such a snake, and envy, and g...”

“the divine has taken a few steps back from humankind, perhaps in revulsion, perhaps because we don't deserve to look directly upon holy beings anymore.... When the divine enters the world th...”

“Money and beauty are defenses against the sorrows of this world but neither can undo the past. Only time will conquer time. The way forward is the only way back to innocence and to peace.”

“Sometimes waiting is the hardest thing.”

“How obvious can it be? ... The purpose of makeup is to defy the degradations of time, and time is just a synonym for death.”

“Every palace and every work of art is only dust as yet unrealized, and time is the patient wind that will whither it all away.”

“All our yesterdays neatly shelved, time cataloged in drawers: News grows brittle and yellow under the library, in catacombs of paper.”

“She was fascinated with words. To her, words were things of beauty, each like a magical powder or potion that could be combined with other words to create powerful spells.”

“In a book, even the real bastards can't hurt you. And you can never loose a friend you make in a book. When you get to a sad part, no one's there to see you cry. Or wonder why you don't cry...”

“We are coming out of a century that was taught that one way of looking at the world, that one form of behavior, is as valid as another. The idea of true evil has been blown away.”

“If I drive myself to the brink of my ability, then I don't get stale or bored.”