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No one’s life should be rooted in fear. We are born for wonder, for joy, for hope, for love, to marvel at the mystery of existence, to be ravished by the beauty of the world, to seek truth and meaning, to acquire wisdom, and by our treatment of others to brighten the corner where we are.
Life Expectancy by Dean Koontz (via confusedmusings)
“I stopped keeping an eye out for Santa Claus on Christmas Eve because, when I was five, my mother told me that Santa was a wicked pervert who would cut off my peepee with a pair of scissors…if I didn’t stop chattering about him, he would be certain to put me on his list and look me up. Christmas was never the same after that, but at least I still have my peepee.”
― Dean Koontz, Brother Odd
The cold was painful again, as if some rodent with teeth of ice were chewing on his guts and nibbling on his bones. But that would pass, and quickly. In a few more minutes he would grow numb again, and this time the numbness would last. The blood had already begun to drain inward, away from his freezing skin, in a desperate effort to protect vital organs. The blood supply to his brain would be reduced as well, to a minimal maintenance level, and he would become drowsy. He would go to sleep and never wake up. Not so bad.
Dean Kootnz, The Door to December (via xbloodandtea)
Strange Highways- Dean Koontz
Celeste: If you think hard enough about ANYTHING, you won't be able to believe in it. If you saw a bird fly across the sky-- the moment it's out of sight, there's no way to prove it existed. How do you even know Paris exists-- have you ever been there?
Joey: Other people have seen Paris. I believe them.
Celeste: Other people have seen God.
Joey: Not the way they've seen Paris.
Celeste: There are a lot of ways to see, and maybe neither your eyes nor a Kodak is the best way.
Strange Highways- Dean Koontz
Joey: How can a God of mercy let people die like that?
Celeste: Smarter people than us have tried to answer the same question.
Joey:And can't.
Celeste: But that doesn't mean there isn't an answer.Joey, if God didn't give you the chance to relive this night, then who did?
Joey: I don't know.
Celeste: You think maybe it was Rod Serling, and now you're stuck in the Twilight Zone?
Joey: No, of course not.
Celeste: Then who?
Joey: Maybe it was just.. just an anomaly of physics. A random fold in time. An energy wave. Inexplicable and meaningless. I don't know. How the hell could I know?
Celeste: Oh, I see. Just some mechanical breakdown in the great cosmic machinery.
Joey: Seems to make more sense than God.
Celeste: Let's bring a little cool Vulcan logic to the problem, okay? If this amazing thing that happened to you is meaningless and random, then why didn't you get folded back in time to some boring day when you were eight years old and had the puking flu? Or why not to some night a month ago, when you were just sitting in your trailer out in Vegas, half drunk, watching old Road Runner cartoons or something? You think some random anomaly of physics would just by purest chance bring you back to the most important night of your life, this night of all nights, to the very moment it all went wrong beyond any hope of recovery?
The black pumpkin- Dean Koontz
"In school, Tommy had been taught that politics was the means by which many enlightened people chose to serve their fellow men. He knew that was baloney. His parents spent long evenings planning his father's political career, and Tommy never once overheard either of them talk about serving the people or improving society. Oh, sure, in public, on campaign platforms, that was what they talked about-- "the right of the masses, the hungry, the homeless"-- but never in private. Beyond the public eye, they endlessly discussed "forming power bases" and "crushing the opposition" and "shoving this new law down their throats." To them and to all the people with whom they associated, politics was a way to gain respect, make some money, and--most important--acquire power."
He was filled with bitter remorse for having suspected Naomi of poisoning his cheese sandwhich or his apricots. She had in fact adored him, as he had always believed. She would never have lifted a hand against him, never. Dear Naomi would have died for him. In fact, she had.
From the corner of his eye by Dean Koontz
From the corner of his eye by Dean Koontz
Maria: Such eyes.
Agnes: Que?
Maria: Angels must to have eyes so beautiful..
Huddling against Joey's body, his head lolling against her shoulder. Agnes thought crazily of their early dates and the first years of their marriage. They had occasionally gone to the drive-in, sitting close, holding hands as they watched John Wayne in The searchers, David Niven in Around the world in 80 days. They were so young then. sure they would live forever, and they were still young now, but for one of them, forever had arrived.
From the corner of his eye by Dean Koontz
With her rock of fait under her, and breathing hope as much as ever, she was nevertheless unable to be as strong for him as she wanted to be. She felt her face go soft, her mouth tremble, and when she tried to repress a sob, it burst from her with a wretched force.
From the corner of his eye by Dean Koontz
She tried to tell him that he was going to make it, that he would be with her for a long time, that the universe was not so cruel as to take him at thirty with all their lives ahead of them, but the truth was here to see, and she could not lie to him.
From the corner of his eye by Dean Koontz
In a voice free of pain and fear he said, "I was.. loved by you." Not understanding, thinking that he was inexplicably asking if she loved him she said, "Yes, of course, you silly bear, you stupid man, of course, I love you." "It was.. the only dream that mattered." Joey said. "You.. loving me. It was a good life because of you."
From the corner of his eye by Dean Koontz
I was finished with sleep. The bedside clock reported I:30PM. Less than half the day remained, only ten and a half hours until midnight. In that time, however, a life could be taken, a world could end-- and hope.
Life Expectancy by Dean Koontz
A close and loving family is a blessing. But the more people we love and the more deeply we love them, the more vulnerable we are to loss and grief and loneliness.
Life Expectancy by Dean Koontz
If there were to be five terrible days in my life, I would not die on this one. In her inimitable way, however, Weena has pointed out than an exemption from death this September did not rule out severed limbs, mutilation, paralysis, and brain damage. Neither could I rule out the death of someone else. Someone dear to me. My father, my mother, my grandmother... If this were to be a terrible day because one of them would suffer a painful and violent death that would haunt me for the rest of my life, then I might wish that I had been the one to die.
Life Expectancy by Dean Koontz
In this account in my life, I will resort at every turn to amusement, for laughter is the perfect medicine for the tortured heart, the balm for misery, but I will not beguile you. I will not use laughter as a curtain to spare you the sight of horror and despair. We will laugh together, but sometimes the laughter will hurt.
Life Expectancy by Dean Koontz
