Forever Odd (Odd Thomas, #2)

by Dean Koontz

Look at those hands, Oh God, those hands toiled to raise me. —Elvis Presley at his mother’s casket

The joys of life can be found anywhere. Far places only offer exotic ways to suffer.

The price I paid for that lesson has left my heart an almost empty purse, with just two coins or three clinking at the bottom.

The things we worry about the most are never the things that bite us. The sharpest teeth always take their nip of us when we are looking the other way.

“If you’re still, and if you don’t hope too much, peace will come to you. It’s a grace.

But you have to choose happiness.”

The mockery of friends is affectionate, and inoculates against foolishness.”

Loneliness comes in two basic varieties. When it results from a desire for solitude, loneliness is a door we close against the world. When the world instead rejects us, loneliness is an open door, unused.