Hello, all. This may seem somewhat random, but I heard a passage read to me some 11 or 12 years ago from a book that for reasons unknown ocurred to me recently. I am convinced that it is either from a Peter Straub or Dean Kuntz book, but I am not all that familiar with either author, so I couldn’t pinpoint the origin of the passage. It’s driving me up the fucking wall. :smack:
In the passage, a character that I believe was a boy in his teens (although I could easily be wrong about that) speaks about death. He goes on about a facination that he has with death, how he gets or got aquainted with death, how he is not afraid of it…something to that effect. The passage I heard read outloud ended when the character said something to the effect that he figured out that the only way to truly get to know or understand death was to “kill things”.
Is this familiar to anyone? I am going to lose sleep for this rediculous obsession unless someone can get me the straight dope and put my mind at ease.
I don’t remember that exact quote, but it sounds like something the lead character in The Voice of the Night would say. I’ve read a lot of Koontz and that’s his only novel featuring Columbinish teenagers (as opposed to the strong, resourceful single mother, her young precocious child, and the mysterious stranger who shows up to help them…)
I am going to lose sleep for this rediculous obsession unless someone can get me the straight dope and put my mind at ease.