Every day we make our way through a moral forest, along pathways ever branching. Often we get lost.

Dean Koontz

Dean Koontz

Profession: Author
Nationality: American

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I said what might have been a bad word meaning excrement, but I hope that I used a polite synonym.

I've read more truth in fiction than in nonfiction, partly because fiction can deal with the numinous, and nonfiction rarely does.

He knows the legend of the Wandering Jew who struck Christ on the day of the crucifixion and was then condemned to roam the world forever without rest. Some say this condemnation was in fact an act of grace because the devil can't find and take a man whose remorse drives him to wander ceaselessly in search of absolution.

Life is a gift that must be given back and joy should arise from its possession. It's too damn short and that's a fact. Hard to accept this earthly procession to final darkness is a journey done, circle completed, work of art sublime, a sweet melodic rhyme. A battle won.

Art is long and critics are the insects of a day.

Upon my death, when the stains on my soul are read by He who sits in judgment, I'll be given my own small space in hell.

She had appeared calmer to them.

We are coming out of a century that was taught that one way of looking at the world, that one form of behavior, is as valid as another. The idea of true evil has been blown away.

I curse the night I let your idiot father squirt you into me.

I would only add this: It is also essential that good men and women not be educated and propagandized into believing that real evil is a myth and that all malevolent behavior is merely the result of a broken family's or a failed society's shortcomings, amenable to cure by counseling and by the application of new economic theory.

I have no choice but to believe that all our lives are woven through with grace, because only then could the promise made to me and Stormy come true.

Were you always such a snake," the child asked, "or did you grow into what you are?

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.

If you're going to keep the music in you, Jonah, you've got to play a little bit every day purely for the pleasure. Otherwise, you'll lose the joy of it, and if you lose the joy, you won't sound good to those who know piano--or to yourself.