The brain acknowledged the approach of death while the heart stubbornly insisted upon immortality.
Dean KoontzHis blue eyes were seas where sorrow sailed.
Dean KoontzShe was fascinated with words. To her, words were things of beauty, each like a magical powder or potion that could be combined with other words to create powerful spells.
Dean KoontzTags: words reading books literature
But once an idea for a novel seizes a writer...well, it’s like an inner fire that at first warms you and makes you feel good but then begins to eat you alive, burn you up from within. You can’t just walk away from the fire; it keeps burning. The only way to put it out is to write the book.
Dean KoontzHunches [are] just messages from the subconscious, which [is] thinking furiously all the time and processing information we have not consciously noted.
Dean KoontzIf we were always conscious of the fact that people precious to us are frighteningly mortal, hanging not even by a thread, but by a wisp of gossamer, perhaps we would be kinder to them and more grateful for the love and friendship they give to us.
Dean KoontzIn the healing ways of women that remained mysterious to [him] even as he watched them do their work, tears were followed by reminiscences that brought a smile and soothed, and hope was always found to be the flower that bloomed from every seed of hopelessness.
Dean KoontzA short-order cook, just off work, makes easy tracking for lions and worse
Dean KoontzAlliteration seems to offend people.
Dean KoontzTags: alliteration figures-of-speech writer-s-techniques
Given my heritage and the ordeal of my childhood, I sometimes wonder why I myself am not insane. Maybe I am.
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