To George F. Babbitt, as to most prosperous citizens of Zenith, his motor car was poetryand tragedy, love and heroism. The office was his pirate ship but the car his perilous excursion ashore.
In this uncertain space between birth and death, especially here at the end of the world in Moonlight Bay, we need hope as surely as we need food and water, love and friendship. The trick, however, is to remember that hope is a perilous thing, that it's not a steel and concrete bridge across the void between this moment and a brighter future. Hope is no stronger than tremulous beads of dew strung on a filament of spider web, and it alone can't long support the terrible weight of an anguished mind and a tortured heart.dean r. koontz