Author of quotes: Dean Koontz. Page 2

Evil is a reality, it is in the land. At times the devil knocked astray those who are weaker, and then just sends out into the world of psychopaths, who have no genes of pity and compassion.

Every day of my work aimed at achieving goals and dreams. The main process, not the end result.

A good woman is the best that can be found in the life of a man.

Without risk, nothing can be achieved.

In the world there are two types of people: cats and mouse. Cats walk by themselves, doing what they want and take what they want. By nature cats are aggressive and independent. In mice, on the contrary, there is not an ounce of aggressiveness. By nature they are vulnerable, gentle and quiet animals, and the greatest happiness for them is to accept and be contented with what gives them life.

I lie awake until five or six in the morning. Sometimes, like now, I force myself to remember.

But pity, in the end, it means nothing. It is like Holy water, which even the thirst is not quenched.

I remember how we broke away from each other and realized that short moments of unity, the fleeting seconds of the close, damp location, further emphasized the loneliness of the rest of the time.

It's been three weeks since then, as it happened; three weeks is a long time. We can assume that I now take the incident for granted.
Only it's not.
Which means while I'm lying here trying to remember a mysterious quiet voice inside of me will grow, turning into a scream. In a deafening scream.

But I have to think about it, isn't it? I mean, if there's any end to the memories, if I ever accept what happened, I have to pass it through itself again and again until it is deprived of all its colors. All the colors and sharp edges and pain.
Perhaps repetition is the mother of acceptance.

If killers were released from jail much faster than scams evangelicals, pocketing Church money, or avaricious owners, not zaplatish taxes, then civilization had ceased to exist.

I think if from another planet conducted a study of the Earth, they would have discovered that people who read books, not so acutely suffer from depression, less likely to commit suicide and feel more confident. But not all books. Not one of those books where people trash, life is disgusting and God - no. In such books one fashionable nonsense.

Some of those who waited in the hallway, just sitting there, staring at one point. The other was pacing back and forth, peeking in the window is found. There were those who listened to the player with headphones or played electronic games. All different time. But have you noticed that people who seemed best able to cope with their fears and grief were the most relaxed, read books?

He recalls one film, in which a psychiatrist says of his client, the hero of the picture, that if a person asks a question, whether it is normal, it is probably normal. The real nut jobs always firmly believe in its normality. So it is probably normal, just able to put this fact into question.