Velocity Dean Koontz Quotes

A fine line separates the weary recluse from the fearful hermit. Finer still is the line between hermit and bitter misanthrope.

Inaction counted as a choice.

Pain can be endured and defeated only if it is embraced. Denied or feared, it grows in perception if not in reality. The best response to terror is righteous anger, confidence in ultimate justice, a refusal to be intimidated.

Are you prepared for the first wound?

What will happen will happen. There is time for miracles until there is no more time, but time has no end.

But of course we don't notice the descent until we're rocketing along at high velocity.

They never learn. The smarter they are, the dumber they get.

الألم نعمة، فالبشرية من دون ألم، لا تعرف الخوف أو الشفقة، فمن دون خوف، لا يمكن أن يكون هناك تواضع، ويصبح كل إنسان وحشا، فرؤية الألم عند الآخرين يولِّد فينا الشّفقة، وفي شفقنا تكمن إنسانيتنا، خلاصنا.

Every expression of desired friendship has potential bite. Every smile reveals the teeth.

He considered razing the house and rebuilding, but he realized that houses are not haunted, and regardless of the architecture with which we surround ourselves,our ghosts stay with us until we ourselves are ghosts.

I don't know if this deception qualified as a half-step down the slippery slope. I had no sensation of sliding. But of course we never notice the descent until we're rocketing along at high velocity.

Sometimes the heart makes decisions the mind cannot, and though we know that the heart is deceitful above all things, we know that at rare moments of stress and profound loss it can be purged pure by suffering.

Art is the only answer to chaos and the void.

Because when you’re doing it, then it’s just something you do. But if you talk about it, then it’s something you are

He had the raw, rough voice of one who had marinated his larynx in whiskey and slow-cooked it in years of cigarette smoke.

GUILT SPILLS ITSELF IN FEAR OF BEING SPILT,

There is one who remembers the way to your door: Life you may evade, but Death you shall not.

For the power of man to make himself what he pleases means, as we have seen, the power of some men to make other men what they please. —C. S. LEWIS, The Abolition of Man BY DEAN KOONTZ 77 Shadow Street • What the Night Knows • Breathless Relentless • Your Heart Belongs to Me The Darkest Evening of the Year • The Good Guy The Husband • Velocity • Life Expectancy The Taking • The Face • By the Light of the Moon One Door Away From Heaven • From the Corner of His Eye False Memory • Seize the Night • Fear Nothing

Maybe to his nemesis, the world was a stage, reality was a fraud, and all was artifice. How

The only wisdom we can hope to acquire is the wisdom of humility….

Teach us to care and not to care. Teach us to sit still.

May the judgment not be too heavy upon us.

Preserve me from the enemy who has something to gain, and from the friend who has something to lose.

picking a lock isn’t as easy as it appears to be in movies. Neither is seducing a woman or killing a man, or anything else.

Pain can be endured and defeated only if it is embraced. Denied or feared, it grows in perception if not in reality.

When a liar became too skilled at deception, he could lose the ability to discern truth, and could himself be more easily deceived.

He only hoped to live, and lived on guarded hope.

Besides, some books contained disturbing ideas. They started you thinking about things you wanted to forget, and though your thoughts became intolerable, you could not put them to rest. The

THREE BUTTERFLIES, AERIAL GEISHAS, DANCED out of the sunshine, into the porch shadows. Their silken kimonos flaring and folding and flaring in graceful swirls of color, as bashful as faces hidden behind the pleats of hand-painted fans, they fled, quick, into the brightness from which they had come.

He was in the tides now, but not by choice. Events had thrown him in deep, swift water. The weight of twenty years of guarded emotions, of studied avoidance, of defensive reclusiveness, encumbered him. Now he was trying to learn to swim again, but a riptide seemed to be sweeping him farther from any community, toward greater isolation.

our ghosts stay with us until we ourselves are ghosts

All you have, is how you live.