Quotes by Dean Koontz

We were fortunate his brief psychic vision distracted him from what his fingertips could have told him about my face.Of course we were aware that temporary clairvoyance was a lame and unlikely explanation. The ordering of this world, however is so abstruce, so deep and complex, most explanations that people to make sense of moments of strange experience are inadequate. Our very existence as thinking creatures is an astonishment that cant be solved. Every human cell, with its thousands of protein chains, is more complex than a 747 or the largest cruise ship, in fact more complex than the two combined. All life on earth, in its extravagant variety, offers itself for study, but though we probe to ever deeper layers of its structure, the meaning eludes us.There is no end of wonders and mysteries: fireflies and music boxes, the stars that outnumber all the grains of sand on all the beaches of the world.

Nothing is worse than being alone on the evening of the day when ones cow has exploded.

On those occasions when he had killed in the dark, he later needed to see his victims faces because, in some unlit corner of his heart, he half expected to find his own face looking up at him, ice-white and dead-eyed. Deep down, the dream-victim had said, You know that youre already dead yourself, burnt out inside. You realize that you have far more in common with your victims after youve killed them than before.

Petting, scratching, and cuddling a dog could be as soothing to the mind and heart as deep meditation and almost as good for the soul as prayer.

People scare me more than anything, for I know too well the savagery of which humankind is capable.

I had not asked to be born. Only to be loved.

If she fully embraced life with all its conflicts, she would suffer a breakdown.

From all these friends, I could not escape learning some of the statistics that I preferred not to know. Forty-one people at the mall had been wounded. Nineteen had died. Everyone said it was a miracle that only nineteen perished. What has gone wrong with our world when nineteen dead can seem like any kind of miracle?

To spare Cloyces victims further indignities to their memory, I must be a scourge. To prevent others from perhaps being infected by Cloyces depravity by watching him at work, I must be a scourge. To prevent time management technology from falling into the hands of authorities who, if not already corrupt, would be corrupted by it, I must be a scourge.Scourges arent heroes.I had never imagined myself to be a hero, but never had I imagined I would be this.Scourges transgress against social and sacred order.A scourge went into darker territory than that. A scourge was not compelled to kill by mental imbalance or emotional confusion or selfish desire. A scourge made a carefully reasoned decision to kill in numbers that exceeded what was absolutely necessary to ensure self-preservation and the defense of the innocent. Even if he killed for the right reason, he was in rebellion against social order and commanding authority.Who scourges will be scourged. In fulfilling this dark role in Roseland, I would bring about my own death.Yet I knew I would not retreat from my decision.

Chronologically she is twelve but emotionally she is older, and intellectually older still.

My life has a mysterious purpose that I dont understand, and day by day, conflict by conflict, I learn by going where I have to go.

If you really truly want to know, Ive thought if I was ever free someday, I might discover Ive held my tears so long that I cant cry anymore, that Im a dry stone and nothing can ever be wrung from me.

Dont you love your mother, dear?I guess so. A hard, sharp, thorny kind of love that might be pity more than anything else.

Its funny, maam, how sometimes youre so sarcastic but it doesnt sting.Because of my dimples. Dimples are a get-out-of-jail-free card

Talking about a problem sometimes makes it worse.

Ambition and stupidity are a dangerous combination.

He would never need a knife to spread a pat of butter on his toast. That smile would quickly melt it.

That was the splendid thing about life: Though it was cruel, it was also mysterious, filled with wonder and surprise; sometimes the surprises were so amazing that they qualified as miraculous, and by witnessing those miracles, a despondent person could discover a reason to live, a cynic could obtain unexpected relief from ennui, and a profoundly wounded boy could find the will to heal himself and medicine for melancholy.

All these girls swooning over hunky vampires, what they really want is to give away their freedom, to be controlled and told what to do and not have to think -- and never die, of course. Its sick is what it is. I dont want to be a forever-young living corpse.

Free will, she agreed, our greatest gift, the thing that makes life worth living, in spite of all the anguish it brings.