Dead was the gift that kept on giving. Dead, like diamonds, was forever.

Face your fears or they will climb over your back.

She discovered what others know only too well in a cynical way, that people prefer to believe in and worship a god who is remote rather than live out the godlike nature which is their inherent being.

Quick now, here, now, always, if we are in a condition of complete simplicity (as the poet said), hope and trust will more reliably keep a man afloat, while fear is more likely to sink him.

Written By Dean Koontz

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