The hands of every clock are shears, trimming us away scrap by scrap, and every time piece with a digital readout blinks us towards implosion. — 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
