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Dean Koontz Quotes - Page 6

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I survive by finding the sweet spot between reason and unreason, between the rational and irrational.

I survive by finding the sweet spot between reason and unreason, between the rational and irrational.

Sweet, Balance, Reason

Dean Koontz (2014). “The Odd Thomas Series 7-Book Bundle: Odd Thomas, Forever Odd, Brother Odd, Odd Hours, Odd Apocalypse, Odd Interlude, Deeply Odd”, p.564, Bantam

Envy, envy eats them alive. If you had money, they’d envy you that. But since you don’t, they envy you for having such a good, bright, loving daughter. They envy you for just being a happy man. They envy you for not envying them. One of the greatest sorrows of human existence is that some people aren’t happy merely to be alive but find their happiness only in the misery of others.

Daughter, Men, People

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

Cows, Evening, Odd Thomas

Twitter post from Feb 01, 2013

That was one of the most fundamental and sacred duties good friends and families performed for one another! They tended the flame of memory, so no one’s death meant an immediate vanishment from the world; in some sense the deceased would live on after their passing, at least as long as those who loved them lived. Such memories were an essential weapon against the chaos of life and death, a way to ensure some continuity from generation to generation, an order of endorsement and meaning.

Memories, Good Friend, Flames

Dean Koontz (2004). “The Bad Place”, p.360, Penguin

No degree of prosperity can be sufficient to eliminate all misfortune, and sloth is impervious to opportunity.

Opportunity, Sloth, Degrees

Dean Koontz (2007). “Forever Odd: An Odd Thomas Novel”, p.42, Bantam

Life had not taught me to distrust ministers, but it had taught me to trust no one more than dogs.

Dog, Trust No One, Taught

Dean Koontz (2014). “The Odd Thomas Series 7-Book Bundle: Odd Thomas, Forever Odd, Brother Odd, Odd Hours, Odd Apocalypse, Odd Interlude, Deeply Odd”, p.958, Bantam

If you write with passion in your own style, you will make a place for yourself

Passion, Writing, Style

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.

Hands, Pieces, Literature

Dean Koontz (2007). “Fear Nothing: A Novel”, p.193, Bantam

I am my own worst enemy. This, more than any other trait, proves my fundamental humanity.

Life, Worst Enemy, Humanity

Dean Koontz (2007). “Seize the Night: A Novel”, p.35, Bantam

When tempest tossed, embrace chaos

Literature, Chaos, Tempest

Perseverance is impossible if we don't permit ourselves to hope.

Encouraging, Perseverance, Impossible

Dean Koontz (2014). “The Odd Thomas Series 7-Book Bundle: Odd Thomas, Forever Odd, Brother Odd, Odd Hours, Odd Apocalypse, Odd Interlude, Deeply Odd”, p.294, Bantam

At the core of every ordered system, whether a family or a factory, is chaos. But in the whirl of every chaos lies a strange order, waiting to be found.

Lying, Order, Waiting

Dean Koontz (2007). “The Darkest Evening of the Year: A Novel”, p.26, Bantam

Dare we linger, dare we skate? Dare we laugh or celebrate, knowing we may strain the ice? Preserve the ice at any price?

Ice, Knowing, Laughing

Dean Koontz, “Dragon Tears”

She'd been acutely aware that terror, betrayal, and cruelty had a human face, but she had not sufficiently appreciated that courage, kindness, and love had a human face as well.

Love, Betrayal, Kindness

Dean Koontz (2001). “Dark Rivers of the Heart/Intensity/Sole Survivor: Three Complete Novels by Dean Koontz”

Funny, how one good cookie could calm the mind and even elevate a troubled soul.

Soul, Mind, Cookies

Dean Koontz (2007). “False Memory”, p.70, Bantam

Fire, ice, asteroids and pole shifts are bogeymen with which we distract ourselves from the real threat of our time. In an age when everyone invents his own truth, there is no community, only factions. Without community, there can be no consensus to resist the greedy, the envious, the power-mad narcissists who seize control and turn the institutions of civilization into a series of doom machines.

Real, Ice, Civilization

Dean Koontz (2009). “Relentless: A Novel”, p.266, Bantam

Given enough time, you could convince yourself that loneliness was something better, that it was solitude, the ideal condition for reflection, even a kind of freedom. Once you were thus convinced, you were foolish to open the door and let anyone in, not all the way in. You risked the hard-won equilibrium, that tranquility that you called peace

Loneliness, Reflection, Doors

Dean Koontz (2007). “The Good Guy”, p.91, Bantam

Home is the first refuge from - and last defense against - the disappointments and the terrors of life.

Family, Disappointment, Home

Dean Koontz, Ed Gorman (2007). “Frankenstein: City of Night: A Novel”, p.177, Bantam

Hunches [are] just messages from the subconscious, which [is] thinking furiously all the time and processing information we have not consciously noted.

Thinking, Information, Messages

Death lies dormant in each of us and will bloom in time.

Lying, Dormant

Dean Koontz (2007). “Odd Thomas: An Odd Thomas Novel”, p.54, Bantam

Books were this wonderful escape for me because I could open a book and disappear into it, and that was the only way out of that house when I was a kid.

Book, Kids, House

Too much mystery is merely an annoyance. Too much adventure is exhausting. And a little terror goes a long way.

Adventure, Long, Littles

Dean Koontz (2014). “The Odd Thomas Series 7-Book Bundle: Odd Thomas, Forever Odd, Brother Odd, Odd Hours, Odd Apocalypse, Odd Interlude, Deeply Odd”, p.14, Bantam

Pain can be endured and defeated only if it is embraced. Denied or feared, it grows.

Pain, Defeated, Grows

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

But once an idea for a novel seizes a writer...well, it’s like an inner fire that at first warms you and makes you feel good but then begins to eat you alive, burn you up from within. You can’t just walk away from the fire; it keeps burning. The only way to put it out is to write the book.

Book, Writing, Fire

Dean Koontz (2003). “Lightning”, p.152, Penguin

Y'all take care of yourself now... strange and interesting friends are hard to find.

Interesting, Care, Strange

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