Beauty that steals the heart is often imperfect, suggests grace and kindness, and inspires tenderness more than it incites lust.

— Dean Koontz

Because God is never cruel, there is a reason for all things. We must know the pain of loss; because if we never knew it, we would have no compassion for others, and we would become monsters of self-regard, creatures of unalloyed self-interest. The terrible pain of loss teaches humility to our prideful kind, has the power to soften uncaring hearts, to make a better person of a good one.

— Dean Koontz

...because wherever else the future leads, it leads ultimately to death, the end that is present in my beginning and in yours.

— Dean Koontz

...because wonder admits to the existence of mystery, and the recognition of mystery in the world allows the possibility of Truth.

— Dean Koontz

Being a bad guy was easy, being a hero was hard.

— Dean Koontz

Being alone can be good. It's easy to find peace alone. But sometimes, being alone is a king of death.

— Dean Koontz

Besides, I can't get to where I want to go by conscious or unconscious suicide. I've got my strange little life to lead. Leading it the best I can - that's how I buy the ticket to where I want to be.

— Dean Koontz

Be you and only you, which means be you and all the people you have loved...

— Dean Koontz

Billy Pilgrim had a theory about diaries. Women were more likely than men to think that their lives had sufficient meaning to require recording on a daily basis. It was not for the most part a God-is-leading-me-on-a-wondrous-journey kind of meaning, but more an've-gotta-be-me-but-nobody-cares sentimentalism that passed for meaning, and they usually stopped keeping a diary by the time they hit thirty, because by then they didn't want to ponder the meaning of life anymore because it scared the crap out of them.

— Dean Koontz

Blood has an Oder faint but distinct, of conceit and modesty, of courage and cowardice, of charity and greed, of faith and doubt, in short the fragrance of what we might have been and the smell of what we are...

— Dean Koontz