When he was a senior in college, Dean Koontz won an Atlantic Monthly fiction competition and has been writing ever since. His books are published in 38 languages and he has sold over 450 million copies to date.
Fourteen of his novels have risen to number one on the New York Times hardcover bestseller list (One Door Away From Heaven, From the Corner of His Eye, Midnight, Cold Fire, The Bad Place, Hideaway, Dragon Tears, Intensity, Sole Survivor, The Husband, Odd Hours, Relentless, What the Night Knows, and 77 Shadow Street), making him one of only a dozen writers ever to have achieved that milestone. Sixteen of his books have risen to the number one position in paperback. His books... more »
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Dean Koontz Poems
Evil is a faceless stranger, living in a distant neighborhood. Evil has a wholesome, hometown face, with merry eyes and an open smile.
Whiskers of the cat, webbed toes on my swimming dog: God is in the details.
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.
Where eerie figures caper to some midnight music that only they can hear.
To know the darkness is to love the light, to welcome dawn and fear the coming night. Night has patterns that can be read
We have weight to carry a distance we must go. We have a weight to carry, a destination we can't know.
Pestilence, disease, and war haunt this sorry place. And nothing lasts forever; that's a truth we have to face.
Holy men tell us life is a mystery. They embrace that concept happily. But some mysteries bite and bark and come to get you in the dark.
In the fields of life, a harvest sometimes comes far out of season, when we thought the earth was old and could see no earthly reason
To see what we have never seen, to be what we have never been. To shed the chrysalis and fly, depart the earth, kiss the sky,
Dark Rivers Of The Heart
All of us are travelers lost, out tickets arranged at cost unknown but beyond our means. This odd itinerary of scenes
Numberless paths of night wind away from twilight. Something moves within the night
The Bad Place
Every eye sees its own special vision; every ear hears a most different song. In each man's troubled heart, and incision would reveal a unique, shameful wrong.
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.
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Evil is a 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.