Don't you love your mother, dear?I guess so. A hard, sharp, thorny kind of love that might be pity more than anything else.
~ Dean Koontz
It's funny, ma'am, how sometimes you're so sarcastic but it doesn't sting.Because of my dimples. Dimples are a get-out-of-jail-free card
Ambition and stupidity are a dangerous combination.
He would never need a knife to spread a pat of butter on his toast. That smile would quickly melt it.
Her eyes were celadon saucers but bottomless, of such great depth that she could take in the knowledge of whole worlds and have room in that gaze for still more.
Her direct stare probed, as if the story of my life were written in my eyes in a few succinct lines that she could read.
You do what you have to do. That's who you seem to be to me, anyway. You're one who does what he has to do.
Even the wisest and the best of us can be foolish occasionally.
...up to no good—and pleased about it.
When I function in only one mode or the other, I am denying half myself, half my potential.
Funny how people that don't believe in nothin' are so quick to believe every crazy story about people like us.
Nothing supernatural has ever harmed me. My wounds and losses have all be at the hands of human beings...
She said...she said don't be scared, we wasn't born to be all the time scared, we was born happy, babies laugh at everything, we was born happy and to make a better world.
Ah, sir, that's just mean. She's not a Victoria's Secret model. but she's pretty in her way.
On the third, directly before me, were embedded more polished letters: PER OMNIA SAECULA SAECULORUM.For ever and ever. In the red light, the brushed steel glowed softly, like embers. The polish letters blazed.Without a hiss, For ever and ever slid aside, as though inviting me to eternity.
What we fear too much we often bring to pass.
...an age-old patter that seemed like chaos but was not...
Mr. Thomas, any scientist will tell you that in nature many systems appear to be chaotic, but when you study them long enough and closely enough, strange order always underlies the appearance of chaos.
On a small table beside his chair were other haphazardly stacked volumes by such poets as Emerson, Whitman, and Wallace Stevens, a dangerous crew to let into your head.
...and where the Ferris wheel carried its passengers high and brought them low and raised them high and brought them low again, as if it were not merely a carnival ride but also a metaphor for the basic pattern of human experience.
...Here lie your hopes and dreams, shattered and swept aside...
Once, there were no predators, no prey. Only harmony. There were no quakes, no storms, everything in balance. In the beginning, time was all at once and forever — no past, present, and future, no death. We broke it all.
Pico Mundo is a prosperous town. But no degree of prosperity can be sufficient to eliminate all misfortune, and sloth is impervious to opportunity.
I am learning my way toward something that will make sense of my life, and I learn by going where I have to go, with whatever companions I am graced.
Hope, love, and faith are in the waiting
I'm not much for parties. Sometimes you have to wear a funny hat, sometimes they expect you to eat sushi, which is like eating bait. And there's always some totally drunk girl who thinks you're smitten by her, when what you're really wondering is if she'll vomit on your shirt or instead on your shoes.
Embrace the weather, child, and you'll understand the balance of the world.
...he looked as if nothing hard in the world had touched him...
Denial couldn't be maintained.
I needed a moment to understand that I'd been dreaming, that I had come awake, and another moment to remember where I had gone to bed.
Be you and only you, which means be you and all the people you have loved...
...because wherever else the future leads, it leads ultimately to death, the end that is present in my beginning and in yours.
