Author: Dean Koontz

Cites

• T. S. Eliot (9)
  • IN: Deeply Odd (2013) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: They followed the light and shadow, and the light led them forward to light and the shadow led them to darkness.
    FROM: Choruses from The Rock, VII, (1934), Poem, UK
  • IN: 77 Shadow Street (2011) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: They all go into the dark …
    FROM: East Coker, (1940), Poem, UK
  • IN: Saint Odd (2015) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The only wisdom we can hope to acquire Is the wisdom of humility.…
    FROM: East Coker, (1940), Poem, UK
  • IN: Your Heart Belongs To Me (2008) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The houses are all gone under the sea. The dancers are all gone under the hill.
    FROM: East Coker, (1940), Poem, UK
  • IN: The Taking (2004) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: In my beginning is my end.
    FROM: East Coker, (1940), Poem, UK
  • IN: Velocity (2005) Fiction, Suspense, Mystery, American
    EPIGRAPH: And now you live dispersed on ribbon roads, And no man knows or cares who is his neighbour Unless his neighbour makes too much disturbance, But all dash to and fro in motorcars, Familiar with the roads and settled nowhere.
    FROM: Choruses from “The Rock”, (1934), Book, UK
• Edgar Allan Poe (4)
  • IN: Odd Apocalypse (2012) Fiction, thriller, Mystery, American
    EPIGRAPH: From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were — I have not seen As others saw.
    FROM: Alone, (1829), Poem, US
  • IN: The Mask (1990) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: And much of Madness, and more of Sin, And Horror the soul of the plot.
    FROM: The Conqueror Worm, (1843), Poem, US
• James Dickey (1)
  • IN: Ashley Bell (2015) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: She... Hears the song in the egg of a bird.
    FROM: Sleeping Out at Easter, (1960), Poem, US
• Thomas Mann (2)
  • IN: The City (2014) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Hold every moment sacred. Give each clarity and meaning, each the weight of thine awareness, each its true and due fulfillment.
    FROM: The Beloved Returns, (1939), Novel, Germany
  • IN: Phantoms (1983) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The civilized human spirit… cannot Get rid of a feeling of the uncanny
    FROM: Dr. Faustus, (1947), Play, Germany
• Robert Frost (1)
  • IN: The Darkest Evening Of The Year (2007) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The woods are lovely, dark, and deep
    FROM: Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, (1923), Poem, US
• Theodore Roethke (1)
  • IN: Odd Hours (2008) Fiction, Thriller, Mystery, American
    EPIGRAPH: I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I have to go.
    FROM: The Waking, (1953), Poem, US
• NULL (12)
  • IN: Odd Thomas (2003) Fiction, Thriller, Mystery, American
    EPIGRAPH: Hope requires the contender Who sees no virtue in surrender. From the cradle to the bier. The heart must persevere.
    FROM: The Book of Counted Joys, (2003), Fictional, NULL
  • IN: Lightning (1988) Fiction, Fantasy, Science Fiction, Thriller, American
    EPIGRAPH: Roller coaster: a small gravity railroad… with steep inclines that produce sudden, speedy plunges for thrill-seeking passengers.
    FROM: The Random House Dictionary, (1966), Definition, NULL
  • IN: Darkness Under the Sun (2010) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: I was Death, harvesting lives. I knew my destiny was epic. Yet I killed one at a time, one at a time, one at a time. If my killing spree had been music — and it was music to me — you could rightly call it the simplest folk song. But I had set out to create a symphony of death, an immortal opera of terror. Then an unexpected encounter suddenly led me to understand that to fulfill my promise, to unleash my full potential, to compose truly memorable crescendos of destruction, I must kill entire families, use them first as I wished and then slaughter them. In killing any family, I was killing my own, which deserved to die. Inspiration can come from surprising sources. A child showed me the way.
    FROM: Alton Turner Blackwood, from the journal of Alton Turner Blackwood, (2010), Author, NULL
  • IN: False Memory (1999) Fiction, Suspense, Horror fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: AUTOPHOBIA is a real personality disorder. The term is used to describe three different conditions: (1) fear of being alone; (2) fear of being egotistical; (3) fear of oneself. The third is the rarest of these conditions.
    FROM: NULL, (None), Definition, NULL
  • IN: Fear That Man (1969) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: And ye shall seek a new order of things…
    FROM: NULL, (None), [NA], NULL
  • IN: Icebound (1976) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: ARCTIC EXPEDITION TO BLOW LOOSE PIECE OF POLAR ICECAP TOMORROW THULE, Greenland, Jan. 14—At midnight tomorrow, scientists at the United Nations-funded Edgeway Station will detonate a series of explosive devices to separate a half-mile-square iceberg from the edge of the winter icecap, just 350 miles off the northeast coast of Greenland. Two United Nations trawlers, equipped with electronic tracking gear are waiting 230 miles to the south, where they will monitor the progress of the “bugged” iceberg. In an experiment designed to determine if Atlantic currents change substantially in northern regions during the severe Arctic winter…
    FROM: From The New York Times, (1976), NULL, NULL
• St. Ignatius Loyola (1)
  • IN: Brother Odd (2006) Fiction, Thriller, Mystery, American
    EPIGRAPH: Teach us… To give and not to count the cost; To fight and not to heed the wounds; To toil and not to seek for rest…
    FROM: Prayer for Generosity, (1548), Speech, Spain
• Martin Luther Jr. King (1)
  • IN: Forever Odd (2005) Fiction, Thriller, Mystery, American
    EPIGRAPH: Unearned suffering is redemptive.
    FROM: "Suffering and Faith", (1960), Speech, US
• Elvis Presley (1)
  • IN: Forever Odd (2005) Fiction, Thriller, Mystery, American
    EPIGRAPH: Look at those hands, Oh God, those hands toiled to raise me.
    FROM: Elvis Presley at his mother's casket, (None), Conversation, US
• W. B. Yeats (1)
  • IN: Your Heart Belongs To Me (2008) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned…
    FROM: The Second Coming, (1920), Poem, Ireland
• Carl Jung (1)
  • IN: Watchers (1987) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.
    FROM: Modern Man in Search of a Soul, (1933), Book, France
• H. G. Wells (1)
  • IN: Watchers (1987) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The past is but the beginning of a beginning, and all that is and has been is but the twilight of the dawn.
    FROM: The Discovery of the Future, (1902), Lecture, UK
• Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (1)
  • IN: By the Light of the Moon (2002) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: And at his prow the pilot held within his hands his freight of lives, eyes wide open, full of moonlight.
    FROM: Night Flight, (1931), Novel, France
• Reinhold Niebuhr (1)
  • IN: By the Light of the Moon (2002) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Life has no meaning except in terms of responsibility.
    FROM: Faith and History, (1949), Book, US
• Dean Koontz (21)
  • IN: By the Light of the Moon (2002) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Now take my hand and hold it tight. I will not fail you here tonight, For failing you, I fail myself And place my soul upon a shelf In Hell's library without light. I will not fail you here tonight.
    FROM: The Book of Counted Sorrows, (2001), Author, US
  • IN: Fear Nothing (1998) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: We have a weight to carry and a distance we must go. We have a weight to carry, a destination we can’t know. We have a weight to carry and can put it down nowhere. We are the weight we carry from there to here to there.
    FROM: The Book of Counted Sorrows, (2001), Author, US
  • IN: Winter Moon (1995) Fiction, Suspense, Horror fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The City of the Dying Dy. Beaches, surfers, California girls. Wind scented with fabulous dreams. Bougainvillea, groves of oranges. Stars are born, everything gleams. A weather change. Shadows fall. New scent upon the wind--decay. Cocaine, Uzis, drive-by shootings. Death is a banker. Everyone pays.
    FROM: the Book of Counted Sorrows., (2001), Author, US
  • IN: Mr. Murder (1993) Fiction, horror, American
    EPIGRAPH: Winter that year was strange and gray. The damp wind smelled of Apocalypse, and morning skies had a peculiar way of slipping cat-quick into midnight.c
    FROM: The Book of Counted Sorrows, (2001), Author, US
  • IN: Cold Fire (1991) Fiction, Horror fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Life without meaning cannot be borne. We find a mission to which we're sworn — or answer the call of Death's dark horn. Without a gleaning of purpose in life, we have no vision, we live in strife, — or let blood fall on a suicide knife.
    FROM: The Book of Counted Sorrows, (2001), Author, US
  • IN: Dark Rivers of the Heart (1994) Fiction, Suspense, Thriller, Romance novel, American
    EPIGRAPH: All of us are travelers lost, our tickets arranged at a cost unknown but beyond our means. This odd itinerary of scenes — enigmatic, strange, unreal— leaves us unsure how to feel. No postmortem journey is rife with more mystery than life.
    FROM: The Book of Counted Sorrows, (2001), Author, US
  • IN: Intensity (1987) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Hope is the destination that we seek. Love is the road that leads to hope. Courage is the motor that drives us. We travel out of darkness into faith
    FROM: The Book of Counted Sorrows, (2001), Author, US
  • IN: Dragon Tears (1993) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Rush headlong and hard at life Or just sit at home and wait. All things good and all the wrong Will come right to you: it’s fate. Hear the music, dance if you can. Dress in rags or wear your jewels. Drink your choice, nurse your fear In this old honkytonk of fools.
    FROM: The Book of Counted Sorrows, (2001), Author, US
  • IN: Demon Seed (1973) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Humanity yearns so desperately to equal God's great creativity. In some creations, how we shine: music dance, story weaving, wine. Then thunderstorms of madness rain upon us, flooding sadness sweep us into anguish, grief, into despair without relief. We're drawn to high castles, where old hunchbacked vassals glare wall-eyed as lightning flares without brightening. Laboratories in the high towers, Where the doctor wields power, creating new life in a dark hour, in the belfry of the high tower.
    FROM: The Book of Counted Sorrows, (2001), Author, US
  • IN: False Memory (1999) Fiction, Suspense, Horror fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Whiskers of the cat, webbed toes on my swimming dog: God is in details.
    FROM: The Book of Counted Sorrows, (2001), Author, US
  • IN: Hideaway (1992) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Life is a gift that must be given back, and joy should arise from its possession. It's too damned short, and that's a fact. Hard to accept, this earthly procession to final darkness is a journey done, circle completed, work of art sublime, a sweet melodic rhyme, a battle won.
    FROM: The Book of Counted Sorrows, (2001), Author, US
  • IN: Midnight (1989) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Where eerie figures caper to some midnight music that only they can hear.
    FROM: The Book of Counted Sorrows, (2001), Author, US
  • IN: Sole Survivor (1997) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The sky is deep, the sky is dark. The light of stars is so damn stark. When I look up, I fill with fear. If all we have is what lies here, this lonely world, this troubled place, then cold dead stars and empty space… Well, I see no reason to persevere, no reason to laugh or shed a tear, no reason to sleep or ever to wake, no promises to keep, and none to make. And so at night I still raise my eyes to study the clear but mysterious skies that arch above us, as cold as stone. Are you there, God? Are we alone?
    FROM: The Book of Counted Sorrows, (2001), Author, US
  • IN: Shadowfires (1987) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: To know the darkness is to love the light, to welcome dawn and fear the coming night.
    FROM: The Book of Counted Sorrows, (2001), Author, US
  • IN: Tick Tock (1996) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: In the real world as in dreams nothing is quite what it seems.
    FROM: The Book of Counted Sorrows, (2001), Author, US
  • IN: the bad place (1990) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Every eye sees its own special vision; every ear hears a most different song. In each man’s troubled heart, an incision would reveal a unique, shameful wrong. Stranger fiends hide here in human guise than reside in the valleys of Hell. But goodness, kindness and love arise in the heart of the poor beast, as well.
    FROM: The Book of Counted Sorrows, (2001), Author, US
• Trixie Koontz (1)
  • IN: A Big Little Life: A Memoir of a Joyful Dog (2009) Memoir, American
    EPIGRAPH: Bliss to you. Dogs live most of life in Quiet Heart. Humans live mostly next door in Desperate Heart. Now and then will do you good to live in our zip code.
    FROM: Bliss to You, (2009), Poem, US
• G. K. Chesterton (3)
  • IN: Lost Souls (2009) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Men do not differ much about what things they will call evils; they differ enormously about what evils they will call excusable.
    FROM: Illustrated London News, (1909), Article, UK
  • IN: The Dead Town (2011) Fiction, Suspense, Thriller, American
    EPIGRAPH: Men can always be blind to a thing so long as it is big enough. It is so difficult to see the world in which we live.
    FROM: The Superstition of Divorce, (1920), Book, UK
  • IN: Breathless (2009) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Science must not impose any philosophy, any more than the telephone must tell us what to say.
    FROM: NULL, (1909), Article, UK
• William Shakespeare (3)
  • IN: The Voice of the Night (1980) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: A faint cold fear thrills through my veins.
    FROM: Romeo and Juliet, (1597), Play, UK
  • IN: Hideaway (1992) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: O, WHAT MAY MAN WITHIN HIM HIDE, THOUGH ANGEL ON THE OUTWARD SIDE!
    FROM: Measure for Measure, (1623), Play, UK
  • IN: What the Night Knows (2010) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Death, the undiscovered country, From whose bourn no traveler returns …
    FROM: Hamlet, (1603), Play, UK
• Charles Dickens (2)
  • IN: Whispers (1980) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The Living and The Dead The forces that affect our lives, the influences that mold and shape us, are often like whispers in a distant room, teasingly indistinct, apprehended only with difficulty.
    FROM: NULL, (NULL), NULL, UK
  • IN: Odd Interlude (2012) Fiction, thriller, Mystery, American
    EPIGRAPH: Oh! They’re too beautiful to live, much too beautiful.
    FROM: Nicholas Nickleby, (1839), Novel, UK
• Thomas Jefferson (1)
  • IN: Seize the Night (1998) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Friendship is precious, not only in the shade, but in the sunshine of life. And thanks to a benevolent arrangement of things, the greater part of life is sunshine
    FROM: Letters of Thomas Jefferson, (1779), Letter, US
• Ernest Hemingway (2)
  • IN: Velocity (2005) Fiction, Suspense, Mystery, American
    EPIGRAPH: A man can be destroyed but not defeated.
    FROM: The Old Man and the Sea, (1952), Novel, US
  • IN: The Husband (2012) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Courage is grace under pressure.
    FROM: NULL, (None), [NA], US
• C. S. Lewis (2)
  • IN: Prodigal Son (2005) Fiction, Suspense, Horror fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: For the power of man to make himself what he pleases means, as we have seen, the power of some men to make other men what they please.
    FROM: The Abolition of Man, (1943), Book, UK
  • IN: Dead and Alive (2009) Fiction, Suspense, Thriller, American
    EPIGRAPH: I am very doubtful whether history shows us one example of a man who, having stepped outside traditional morality and attained power, has used that power benevolently.
    FROM: The Abolition of Man, (1943), Book, UK
• Martin Stillwater (2)
  • IN: Mr. Murder (1993) Fiction, horror, American
    EPIGRAPH: Life is an unrelenting comedy. Therein lies the tragedy of it.
    FROM: One Dead Bishop, (1993), Fictional, NULL
  • IN: False Memory (1999) Fiction, Suspense, Horror fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Life is an unrelenting comedy. Therein lies the tragedy of it.
    FROM: Mr. Murder by Dean Koontz, (1993), Fictional, NULL
• Lucretius (1)
  • IN: Lightning (1988) Fiction, Fantasy, Science Fiction, Thriller, American
    EPIGRAPH: The wailing of the newborn infant is mingled with the dirge for the dead.
    FROM: NULL, (None), [NA], Italy
• Woody Allen (1)
  • IN: Lightning (1988) Fiction, Fantasy, Science Fiction, Thriller, American
    EPIGRAPH: I'm not afraid to die. I just don't want to be there when it happens.
    FROM: Death, (1975), Play, US
• Lao Tzu (1)
  • IN: Lightning (1988) Fiction, Fantasy, Science Fiction, Thriller, American
    EPIGRAPH: Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength; while loving someone deeply gives you courage.
    FROM: NULL, (None), [NA], China
• Garth and Shaw, Victoria Brooks (1)
  • IN: Dragon Tears (1993) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: You know a dream is like a river Ever changing as it flows. And a dreamer’s just a vessel That must follow where it goes. Trying to learn from what’s behind you And never knowing what’s in store Makes each day a constant battle Just to stay between the shores.
    FROM: The River, (1991), Song, US
• Okyo (1)
  • IN: False Memory (1999) Fiction, Suspense, Horror fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: This phantasm of falling petals vanishes into moon and flowers…
    FROM: NULL, (1890), Poem, Japan
• Richard Feynman (1)
  • IN: From the Corner of His Eye (2000) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Nobody understands quantum theory.
    FROM: Character of Physical Law, (1965), Book, US
• Emily Dickinson (1)
  • IN: The Husband (2012) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: That Love is all there is, Is all we know of Love….
    FROM: That Love is all there is, (1914), Poem, US
• Bible (1)
  • IN: Phantoms (1983) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Fear came upon me, and trembling
    FROM: Bible, Job, 4:14, (-165), Bible, NULL
• James Whitcomb Riley (1)
  • IN: The Servants of Twilight (1984) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: An' all us other children, when the supper things is done, We sit around the kitchen fire an' has the mostest fun A-list-nin' to the witch-tales that Annie tells about, An' the Gobble'uns that gits you If you Don't Watch Out!
    FROM: "Little Orphant Annie", (1885), Poem, US
• Ray Bradbury (1)
  • IN: The Servants of Twilight (1984) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: …the Dust Witch came, mumbling. A moment later, looking up, Will saw her. Not dead! He thought. Carried off, bruised, falles, yes, but now back, and mad! Lord, yes, mad, looking especially for me!
    FROM: Something Wicked This Way Comes, (1962), Novel, US
• Chazal (1)
  • IN: The Mask (1990) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Extreme terror gives us back the gestures of our childhood.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, Mauritius
• Petrarch (1)
  • IN: Innocence (2013) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Rarely do great beauty and great virtue dwell together.
    FROM: De Remediis, (1363), Book, Italy
• Lewis Carroll (1)
  • IN: The Whispering Room (2017) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: They don't seem to have any rules in particular; at least, if there are, nobody attends to them.
    FROM: Alice in Wonderland, (1865), Novel, UK
• Thomas Carlyle (2)
  • IN: The Whispering Room (2017) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: [In the hive} bees will no work except in darkness; thought will not work except in silence; neither will virtue work except in secrecy
    FROM: Sartor Resartus, (1834), Novel, UK
  • IN: The Silent Corner (2017) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: I look down into all the wasp-nest or bee-hive… and witness their wax-laying and honey-making, and poison-brewing, and choking by sulphur.
    FROM: Sartor Resartus, (1834), Novel, UK
• H.R. White (1)
  • IN: from the corner of his eye (2000) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Each smallest act of kindness reverberates across great distances and spans of time, affecting lives unknown to the one whose generous spirit was the source of this good echo, because kindness is passed on and grows and each it’s passed, until a simple courtesy becomes an act of selfless courage years later and far away. Likewise, each small meanness, each expression of hatred, each act of evil.
    FROM: This Momentous Day, (None), NULL, NULL
• Anne Brontë (1)
  • IN: life expectancy (2004) Psychological Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: But he that dares not grasp the thorn Should never crave the rose.
    FROM: The Narrow Way, (1850), Poem, UK
• Lord Byron (1)
  • IN: life expectancy (2004) Psychological Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Here’s a sigh to those who love me, And a smile to those who hate; And, whatever sky’s above me, Here’s a heart for every fate.
    FROM: To Thomas Moore, (1821), Poem, UK
• Albert Camus (1)
  • IN: the good guy (2007) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: I shall tell you a great secret, my friend. Do not wait for the last judgement, it takes place every day.
    FROM: The Fall, (1956), Novel, France
• Alfred North Whitehead (1)
  • IN: The Silent Corner (2017) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The major advances in civilization… all but wreck the societies in which they occur.
    FROM: Symbolism: Its Meaning and Effect, (1927), Book, UK
• Anna Roosevelt (1)
  • IN: The Funhouse (1992) Fiction, Mystery Ficon, American
    EPIGRAPH: You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, 'I lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along.' You must do the thing you think you cannot do.
    FROM: You Learn by Living: Eleven Keys for a More Fulfilling Life, (1960), Book, US
• Leo Tolstoy (1)
  • IN: The Funhouse (1992) Fiction, Mystery Ficon, American
    EPIGRAPH: Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.
    FROM: Anna Karenina, (1878), Novel, Russia
• Satchel Paige (1)
  • IN: The Funhouse (1992) Fiction, Mystery Ficon, American
    EPIGRAPH: Don't look back. Something may be gaining on you.
    FROM: "How to Stay Young" Collier's Magazine, (1953), Other?, US

Cited by

• Dean Koontz (21)
  • IN: By the Light of the Moon (2002) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Now take my hand and hold it tight. I will not fail you here tonight, For failing you, I fail myself And place my soul upon a shelf In Hell's library without light. I will not fail you here tonight.
    FROM: The Book of Counted Sorrows, (2001), Author, US
  • IN: Fear Nothing (1998) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: We have a weight to carry and a distance we must go. We have a weight to carry, a destination we can’t know. We have a weight to carry and can put it down nowhere. We are the weight we carry from there to here to there.
    FROM: The Book of Counted Sorrows, (2001), Author, US
  • IN: Winter Moon (1995) Fiction, Suspense, Horror fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The City of the Dying Dy. Beaches, surfers, California girls. Wind scented with fabulous dreams. Bougainvillea, groves of oranges. Stars are born, everything gleams. A weather change. Shadows fall. New scent upon the wind--decay. Cocaine, Uzis, drive-by shootings. Death is a banker. Everyone pays.
    FROM: the Book of Counted Sorrows., (2001), Author, US
  • IN: Mr. Murder (1993) Fiction, horror, American
    EPIGRAPH: Winter that year was strange and gray. The damp wind smelled of Apocalypse, and morning skies had a peculiar way of slipping cat-quick into midnight.c
    FROM: The Book of Counted Sorrows, (2001), Author, US
  • IN: Cold Fire (1991) Fiction, Horror fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Life without meaning cannot be borne. We find a mission to which we're sworn — or answer the call of Death's dark horn. Without a gleaning of purpose in life, we have no vision, we live in strife, — or let blood fall on a suicide knife.
    FROM: The Book of Counted Sorrows, (2001), Author, US
  • IN: Dark Rivers of the Heart (1994) Fiction, Suspense, Thriller, Romance novel, American
    EPIGRAPH: All of us are travelers lost, our tickets arranged at a cost unknown but beyond our means. This odd itinerary of scenes — enigmatic, strange, unreal— leaves us unsure how to feel. No postmortem journey is rife with more mystery than life.
    FROM: The Book of Counted Sorrows, (2001), Author, US
  • IN: Intensity (1987) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Hope is the destination that we seek. Love is the road that leads to hope. Courage is the motor that drives us. We travel out of darkness into faith
    FROM: The Book of Counted Sorrows, (2001), Author, US
  • IN: Dragon Tears (1993) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Rush headlong and hard at life Or just sit at home and wait. All things good and all the wrong Will come right to you: it’s fate. Hear the music, dance if you can. Dress in rags or wear your jewels. Drink your choice, nurse your fear In this old honkytonk of fools.
    FROM: The Book of Counted Sorrows, (2001), Author, US
  • IN: Demon Seed (1973) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Humanity yearns so desperately to equal God's great creativity. In some creations, how we shine: music dance, story weaving, wine. Then thunderstorms of madness rain upon us, flooding sadness sweep us into anguish, grief, into despair without relief. We're drawn to high castles, where old hunchbacked vassals glare wall-eyed as lightning flares without brightening. Laboratories in the high towers, Where the doctor wields power, creating new life in a dark hour, in the belfry of the high tower.
    FROM: The Book of Counted Sorrows, (2001), Author, US
  • IN: False Memory (1999) Fiction, Suspense, Horror fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Whiskers of the cat, webbed toes on my swimming dog: God is in details.
    FROM: The Book of Counted Sorrows, (2001), Author, US
  • IN: Hideaway (1992) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Life is a gift that must be given back, and joy should arise from its possession. It's too damned short, and that's a fact. Hard to accept, this earthly procession to final darkness is a journey done, circle completed, work of art sublime, a sweet melodic rhyme, a battle won.
    FROM: The Book of Counted Sorrows, (2001), Author, US
  • IN: Midnight (1989) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Where eerie figures caper to some midnight music that only they can hear.
    FROM: The Book of Counted Sorrows, (2001), Author, US
  • IN: Sole Survivor (1997) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The sky is deep, the sky is dark. The light of stars is so damn stark. When I look up, I fill with fear. If all we have is what lies here, this lonely world, this troubled place, then cold dead stars and empty space… Well, I see no reason to persevere, no reason to laugh or shed a tear, no reason to sleep or ever to wake, no promises to keep, and none to make. And so at night I still raise my eyes to study the clear but mysterious skies that arch above us, as cold as stone. Are you there, God? Are we alone?
    FROM: The Book of Counted Sorrows, (2001), Author, US
  • IN: Shadowfires (1987) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: To know the darkness is to love the light, to welcome dawn and fear the coming night.
    FROM: The Book of Counted Sorrows, (2001), Author, US
  • IN: Tick Tock (1996) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: In the real world as in dreams nothing is quite what it seems.
    FROM: The Book of Counted Sorrows, (2001), Author, US
  • IN: the bad place (1990) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Every eye sees its own special vision; every ear hears a most different song. In each man’s troubled heart, an incision would reveal a unique, shameful wrong. Stranger fiends hide here in human guise than reside in the valleys of Hell. But goodness, kindness and love arise in the heart of the poor beast, as well.
    FROM: The Book of Counted Sorrows, (2001), Author, US