Henon Ataryeba

“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 each time 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. —This Momentous Day, H.R. White”
― Dean Koontz, From the Corner of His Eye

“Să ai patru principii care să te ghideze: unu, să faci cât mai puţin rău celorlalţi; doi, să fii întotdeauna alături de prietenii tăi; trei, să fii responsabil în ceea ce te priveşte şi să nu ceri nimic de la ceilalţi; patru, distrează-te cât se poate. Nu te sinchisi de părerile oricui, doar de cele ale persoanelor care-ţi sunt apropiate. Nu te gândi să laşi un semn al trecerii tale prin lume. Ignoră marile probleme ale timpului tău... Nu rămâne în trecut. Nu-ţi face griji cu privire la viitor. Trăieşte clipa. Ai încredere în scopul existenţei tale şi lasă înţelesurile să vină la tine, în loc să te străduieşti să le descoperi. Când viaţa îţi trage un pumn, rostogoleşte-te, dar râzând. Prinde valul, tipule!”
― Dean R. Koontz

“On the night that I was born, my paternal grandfather, Josef Tock, made ten predictions that shaped my life. Then he died in the very minute that my mother gave birth to me.”
― Dean R. Koontz

“[M]y mother read a horror novel every night. She had read every one in the library. When birthdays and Christmas would come, I would consider buying her a new one, the latest Dean R. Koontz or Stephen King or whatever, but I couldn't. I didn't want to encourage her. I couldn't touch my father's cigarettes, couldn't look at the Pall Mall cartons in the pantry. I was the sort of child who couldn't even watch commercials for horror movies - the ad for Magic, the movie where marionette kills people. sent me into a six-month nightmare frenzy. So I couldn't look at her books, would turn them over so their covers wouldn't show, the raised lettering and splotches of blood - especially the V.C. Andrews oeuvre, those turgid pictures of those terrible kids, standing so still, all lit in blue.”
― Dave Eggers, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius