For some, the past is a chain, each day a link, raveling backward to one ringbolt or another, in one dark place or another, and tomorrow is a slave to yesterday.
Dean KoontzThe rain wasn't the usual glittering silver, but dark and dirty, as if nature were a scrubwoman wringing out a filthy mop.
Dean KoontzThe brain acknowledged the approach of death while the heart stubbornly insisted upon immortality.
Dean KoontzThe recognition of pain and fear in others give rise in us to pity, and in our pity is our humanity, our redemption.
Dean KoontzWhen you have dogs, you witness their uncomplaining acceptance of suffering, their bright desire to make the most of life in spite of the limitations of age and disease, their calm awareness of the approaching end when their final hours come. They accept death with a grace that I hope I will one day be brave enough to muster.
Dean Koontz