Love was a sacred garment, woven of a fabric so thin that it could not be seen, yet so strong that even mighty death could not tear it, a garment that could not be frayed by use, that brought warmth… — Dean Koontz Copy Share Image
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… — Dean Koontz Copy Share Image
“This kind of derangement is emblematic of humankind. Grave faults are said to be only eccentricities, and imperfections are routinely celebrated as mere differences… — Dean Koontz Copy Share Image
“He often remembered his dad's admonition that envy was mental theft. If you coveted another man's possessions, Dad said, then you should be willing… — Dean Koontz Copy Share Image
But victimhood was seductive, a release from responsibility and caring. Fear would be transmuted into weary resignation; failure would no longer generate guilt but,… — Dean Koontz Copy Share Image
What really holds their marriage together are mutual respect of an awesome depth, a shared sense of humor, faith that they were brought together… — Dean Koontz Copy Share Image
“Her mother said that three great powers kept the universe going. The first and the strongest was God. Each of the two additional powers… — Dean Koontz Copy Share Image
“I stopped keeping an eye out for Santa Claus on Christmas Eve because, when I was five, my mother told me that Santa was… — Dean Koontz Copy Share Image
“To one degree or another, I have been happy most of my life, in part because the world has infinite charms if you wish… — Dean Koontz Copy Share Image
“This life is just a bootcamp, to test and toughen us, to prepare us for the next life of service in some great adventure.… — Dean Koontz Copy Share Image
“A madman should have a madman’s laugh, not the warm chuckle of a favorite uncle.” — Dean Koontz Copy Share Image
“Anger was a reliable defense, but one that allowed no chance of final victory. Anger was a medicine but never a cure, briefly numbing… — Dean Koontz Copy Share Image
“Nothing is predetermined for us, and yet all our possible choices are threads in the vast weave of things, so that we have free… — Dean Koontz Copy Share Image
“In fact, time teaches us that the musical score of life oscillates between that of Psycho and that of The Sound of Music, with… — Dean Koontz Copy Share Image
