The world is full of broken people. Splints, casts, miracle drugs, and time can't mend fractured hearts, wounded hearts, wounded minds, torn spirits.

Dean Koontz

Dean Koontz

Profession: Author
Nationality: American

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When I'm working on a novel, I work 70-hour weeks.

Sometimes truth was elusive...

The air seemed heavy, like the atmosphere between the first flash of lightning and the first peal of thunder, when the rain has formed miles above but has not yet reached the earth, when fat drops are descending by the millions, compressing the air below them as one last warning of their drenching approach. I stood in light-headed anticipation.

I've seen things that I don't understand but that nonetheless delight me.

Every hour in every life contains such often-unrecognized potential to affect the world that the great days for which we, in our dissatisfaction, so often yearn are already with us; all great days and thrilling possibilities are combined always in this momentous day.

Not an insult sweetie. That was a thirteen word kiss.

A swelled head is just a result of nature's frenzied efforts to fill a vacuum.

Love scrubs the worst stains clean. Anyway, there can be no retreat in the face of evil, only resistance. And commitment.

You can change the road you take, but sometimes it can bend back to lead you straight to that same stubborn fate.

What we had both done was keep on keeping on, which is all any of us can do.

If patterns exist in our seemingly patternless lives — and they do — then the law of harmony insists that the most harmonious of all patterns, circles within circles, will most often assert itself.

You should have more faith in fiction. It lets you come sideways at the truth, which is the only way anyone ever gets near it.

Man, I like you. I wish you could like me.

At his passing, there was not even an eddy in the snow, neither the briefest glimpse of the occluded moon nor the faintest stirring through the trees. In this regard, her death, when sooner or later it came, would be like his: the world indifferent, turning smoothly onward toward the fascination of another dawn.