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Dean Koontz Quotes - Page 4

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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.

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.

People, Rebel, Unjust

Dean Koontz (2007). “The Darkest Evening of the Year: A Novel”, p.52, Bantam

Because God is never cruel, there is a reason for all things. We must know the pain of loss; because if we never knew it, we would have no compassion for others, and we would become monsters of self-regard, creatures of unalloyed self-interest. The terrible pain of loss teaches humility to our prideful kind, has the power to soften uncaring hearts, to make a better person of a good one.

Pain, Rip, Heart

Dean Koontz (2007). “The Darkest Evening of the Year: A Novel”, p.244, Bantam

There's sometimes a weird benefit to having an alcoholic, violent father. He really motivated me in that I never wanted to be anything like him.

Dad, Father, Alcohol

Each smallest act of kindness, reverberates across great distances and spans of time --affecting lives unknown to the one who’s generous spirit, was the source of this good echo. Because kindness is passed on and grows each time it’s passed until a simple courtesy becomes an act of selfless courage, years later, and far away. Likewise, each small meanness, each expression of hatred, each act of evil.

Courage, Kindness, Distance

The brain acknowledged the approach of death while the heart stubbornly insisted upon immortality.

Heart, Brain, Immortality

Dean Koontz (1992). “Hideaway”, Berkley Publishing Group

I believe in the possibility of miracles but, more to the point, I believe in our need for them.

Believe, Miracle, Needs

Dean Koontz (2007). “Fear Nothing: A Novel”, p.5, Bantam

One of the greatest gifts we receive from dogs is the tenderness they evoke in us. The disappointments of life, the injustices, the battering events that are beyond our control, and the betrayals we endure, from those we befriended and loved, can make us cynical and turn our hearts into flint – on which only the matches of anger and bitterness can be struck into flame. By their delight in being with us, the reliable sunniness of their disposition, the joy they bring to playtime, the curiosity with which they embrace each new experience, dogs can melt cynicism,and sweeten the bitter heart.

Dog, Disappointment, Betrayal

In the wind, the trees, like agitated lions preparing to roar, shook their great green manes.

Wind, Tree, Lions

Dean Koontz (2007). “False Memory”, p.56, Bantam

Perhaps extreme danger strips us of all pretenses, all ambitions, all confusions, focusing us more intensely than we are otherwise ever focused, so that we remember what we otherwise spend most of our lives forgetting: that our nature and purpose is, more than anything else, to love and to make love, to take joy from the beauty of the world, to live with an awareness that the future is not as real a place for any of us as are the present and the past.

Love, Real, Ambition

Dean Koontz (2007). “Fear Nothing: A Novel”, p.388, Bantam

Like all of us in this storm between birth and death, I can wreak no great changes on the world, only small changes for the better, I hope, in the lives of those I love.

Small Changes, Storm, World

Dean Koontz (2007). “Fear Nothing: A Novel”, p.327, Bantam

Pain can be endured and defeated only if it is embraced. Denied or feared, it grows in perception if not in reality. The best response to terror is righteous anger, confidence in ultimate justice, a refusal to be intimidated.

Pain, Reality, Justice

Dean Koontz (2007). “Velocity: A Novel”, p.321, Bantam

A good dog is one of the best things of all to be.

Dog, Good Dog, Best Things

Being polite is not only the right way to respond to people but also the easiest. Life is so filled with unavoidable conflict that I see no reason to promote more confrontations.

People, Way, Life Is

Dean Koontz (2016). “The Complete Odd Thomas 8-Book Bundle: Odd Thomas, Forever Odd, Brother Odd, Odd Hours, Odd Apocalypse, Odd Interlude, Deeply Odd, Saint Odd”, p.251, Bantam

Golden retrievers are not bred to be guard dogs, and considering the size of their hearts and their irrepressible joy in life, they are less likely to bite than to bark, less likely to bark than to lick a hand in greeting. In spite of their size, they think they are lap dogs, and in spite of being dogs, they think they are also human, and nearly every human they meet is judged to have the potential to be a boon companion who might, at many moment, cry, "Let's go!" and lead them on a great adventure.

Dog, Heart, Adventure

Dean Koontz (2007). “The Darkest Evening of the Year: A Novel”, p.69, Bantam

Living in the modern age, death for virtue is the wage. So it seems in darker hours. Evil wins, kindness cowers. Ruled by violence and vice we all stand upon thin ice. Are we brave or are we mice, here upon such thin, thin ice? Dare we linger, dare we skate? Dare we laugh or celebrate, knowing we may strain the ice? Preserve the ice at any price?

Kindness, Winning, Knowing

Dean Koontz, “Dragon Tears”

When we don't allow ourselves to hope, we don't allow ourselves to have purpose. Without purpose, without meaning, life is dark. We've no light within, and we're just living to die.

Dark, Light, Purpose

Dean Koontz (2007). “From the Corner of His Eye: A Novel”, p.265, Bantam

The whisper of the dusk is night shedding its husk.

Sunset, Night, Whispering

Dean Koontz (2010). “Twilight Eyes”, p.257, Penguin

The most identifying trait of humanity is our abilty to be inhumane to one another.

Humanity, Odd Thomas, Inhumane

Authors of so-called 'literary' fiction insist that action, like plot, is vulgar and unworthy of a true artist. Don't pay any attention to misguided advice of that sort. If you do, you will very likely starve trying to live on your writing income. Besides, the only writers who survive the ages are those who understand the need for action in a novel.

Writing, Artist, Advice

I am no theologian. I would not be surprised, however, if Heaven proved to be a cozy kitchen, where delicious treats appeared in the oven and in the refrigerator whenever you wanted them, and where the cupboards were full of good books.

Book, Heaven, Kitchen

Dean Koontz (2016). “The Complete Odd Thomas 8-Book Bundle: Odd Thomas, Forever Odd, Brother Odd, Odd Hours, Odd Apocalypse, Odd Interlude, Deeply Odd, Saint Odd”, p.891, Bantam

If something in your writing gives support to people in their lives, that’s more than just entertainment-w hich is what we writers all struggle to do, to touch people.

Struggle, Writing, People

I really believe that everyone has a talent, ability, or skill that he can mine to support himself and to succeed in life.

Inspirational, Believe, Skills

I have been reading Stephen King since CARRIE and hope to read him for many years to come.

Kings, Book, Reading

I admit to having an imagination feverish enough to melt good judgment.

Inspirational, Imagination, Judgment

Dean Koontz (2007). “Seize the Night: A Novel”, p.16, Bantam

Writing a novel is like making love, but it's also like having a tooth pulled. Pleasure and pain. Sometimes it's like making love while having a tooth pulled.

Love, Pain, Writing

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