Dean Koontz
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Dean Koontz
Dean Ray Koontzis an American author. His novels are broadly described as suspense thrillers, but also frequently incorporate elements of horror, fantasy, science fiction, mystery, and satire. Many of his books have appeared on the New York Times Bestseller List, with 14 hardcovers and 14 paperbacks reaching the number one position. Koontz wrote under a number of pen names earlier in his career, including "David Axton", "Leigh Nichols" and "Brian Coffey". He has sold over 450 million copies as reported on...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth9 July 1945
CityEverett, PA
CountryUnited States of America
Being alone can be good. It's easy to find peace alone. But sometimes, being alone is a king of death.
I don't mean to imply that I'm afraid of Death. I'm just not ready to go out on a date with him.
Of course, I don't know everything. Considering the infinite amount of knowledge that one could acquire in a virtually innumerable array of intellectual disciplines, it's probably more accurate to say that I don't know anything.
Nothing is worse than being alone on the evening of the day when one's cow has exploded.
Tommy told Sal about the strange white-cloth figure with black stitches that he had found on the front porch. "Sounds like Pillsbury Doughboy gone punk," Sal said.
Not all or even most suffering is at the hands of fate; it befalls us at our invitation.
One door away from heaven And the key is ours to lose. One door away from heaven But oh, the entry dues.
The brain acknowledged the approach of death while the heart stubbornly insisted upon immortality.
Out of sight above the house, the mirror moon reflected the sun of a day not yet dawned, shining the pale light of tomorrow on the yard and on the paper birches.
Britney: You in a fight? Odd: No, It's an employment-related fork wound.
Life's mysterious, strange, and full of wonders - and only a fool withdraws from it willingly and lets it pass him by.
The hatred of truth is the taproot of violence.
...I felt fear enter the halls of my mind, but I didn't give it the keys to every room.
I'm alive but I have no life. I'm alive but also dead. I'm dead and alive.