If she possessed any memory whatsoever of the days when she'd been whole, her shattered recollections were scattered across the darkscape of her mind in fragments so minuscule that she could no more easily piece them together than she could gather from the beach all the tiny chips of broken seashells, worn to polished flakes by ages of relentless tides, and reassemble them into their original architectures.
Dean KoontzChange isn't easy. Changing the way you live means changing the way you think, means changing what you believe about life. That's hard.
Dean KoontzOn the Road that I have taken, one day walking I awaken, amazed to see where I've come, where I'm going, where I'm from.
Dean KoontzShe blinked, sat up, and saw Chris in the bathroom doorway. He'd just gotten out the shower. His hair was damp, and he was dressed only in his briefs. The sight of his thin, boyish body - all ribs and elbows and knees - pulled at her heart, for he looked so innocent and vulnerable. He was so small and fragile that she wondered how she could ever protect him, and renewed fear rose in her.
Dean Koontz