Dean Koontz: Cytaty po angielsku (strona 4)

“I'll sit in the park and feed the pigeons for a while.'
We don't have pigeons.'
Then I'll feed the pterodactyls.”

“Too much mystery is merely an annoyance. Too much adventure is exhausting. And a little terror goes a long way.”

“To many people, free will is a license to rebel not against what is unjust or hard in life but against what is best for them and true.”

“… I felt fear enter the halls of my mind, but I didn't give it the keys to every room.”

“I am sustained by the certainty that life has meaning… as does death.”

“Inaction counted as a choice.”

“Funny, how one good cookie could calm the mind and even elevate a troubled soul.”

“Reality isn't what it used to be.”

“Don't tell me what's necessary, you presumptupus pup. What's necessary is whatever I wish to do, regardless of how unnecessary it might be.”

“Maybe there's nothing impossible tonight. We're down the hole to Wonderland, and no White Rabbit to guide us."
If I remember correctly, the White Rabbit was an unreliable guide, anyway.”

“The broom wasn't as comforting as a flamethrower would have been, but it was better than a mop and certainly more threatening than a feather duster.”

“Lies hurt people; imagination makes life more fun.”

“In spite of where we were, how we had gotten here and why we had come, I felt that at this moment of our lives, this place was exactly where we belonged. We were not drifting but rising, rising toward something right and of significance.”

“A man begins dying at the moment of his birth. Most People live in denial of Death's patient courtship until, late in life and deep in sickness, they become aware of him sitting bedside.”

“Best thing that can happen to a man is a good woman.”

“Evil is no faceless stranger, living in a distant neighborhood. Evil has a wholesome, hometown face, with merry eyes and an open smile. Evil walks among us, wearing a mask which looks like all our faces.”

“Whiskers of the cat,
Webbed toes on my swimming dog;
God is in the details.”

“In our age, self-indulgence and self-destruction, rather than self-sacrifice, are the foundations for new heroic myths.”

“Evil was coming. I wondered whose face it would be wearing.”