Rick Yancey Quotes

Why did they come billions of miles just to stare at us? It's rude.

But hope is no less realistic than despair. It is still our choice whether to live in light or lie down in darkness.

Even the most sensitive person can get used to even the most insensitive thing. Cruelty isn’t a personality trait. Cruelty is a habit.

You know how sometimes you tell yourself that you have a choice, but really you don't have a choice? Just because there are alternatives doesn't mean they apply to you.

Sometimes in my tent, late at night, I think I can hear the stars scraping against the sky.

So often the monsters that crowd our minds are nothing more than the strange and thoroughly alien progeny of our own fearful fantasies.

You are the nest. You are the hatchling. You are the chrysalis. You are the progeny. You are the rot that falls from stars. You may not understand what I mean. You will.

You can only call someone crazy if there’s someone else who’s normal. Like good and evil. If everything was good, then nothing would be good.

It's almost dawn. You can feel it coming. The world holds its breath, because there's really no guarantee that the sun will rise. That there was a yesterday doesn't mean there will be a tomorrow.

How do you rid the Earth of humans? Rid the humans of their humanity.

It's hard to plan for what comes next when what comes next is not something you planned for.

If I had faced it then, I wouldn't be facing it now, but sooner or later you have to choose between running and facing the thing you thought you could not face.

There's a hero in every heart waiting for the dragon to come out.

Human beings are remarkably resilient. When you think about it, our species has been teetering upon the edge of the existential cliff since Hiroshima. In short, we endure.

The world is a clock winding down.

The monstrous act by definition demands a monster.

Some things you don't have to promise. You just do.

To hold on, you have to find something you’re willing to die for.

Cruelty isn't a personality trait. Cruelty is a habit.

His heart, the war. Her face, the battlefield.

Tampons. I’m constantly worrying about my stash and if I’ll be able to find more.

There's the bullshit you know that you know; the bullshit you don't know and know you don't know; and the bullshit you just think you know but really don't.

God doesn't call the equipped, son. God equips the called. And you have been called.

When I cry - when I let myself cry - that's who I cry for. I don't cry for myself. I cry for the Cassie that's gone. And I wonder what that Cassie would think of me. The Cassie who kills.

I had it all wrong," he says. "Before I found you, I thought the only way to hold on was to find something to live for. It isn't. To hold on, you have to find something you're willing to die for.

I am the one, Not Running, Not Staying, But FACING

It isn't that the lies are too beautiful to resist. It's that the truth is too hideous to face.

Some things you can never leave behind. They don't belong to the past. They belong to you.

We’re here, and then we’re gone, and it’s not about the time we’re here, but what we do with the time.

I would kill for a cheeseburger. Honestly. If I stumbled across someone eating a cheeseburger, I would kill them for it.

What were they thinking? 'It's an alien apocalypse! Quick, grab the beer!

That's what you do when the curtain is falling--you give the line that the audience wants to hear.

And if humanity is the last war, then I am the battlefield.

The doctor frowned upon drinking and often expressed wonderment at men who willingly made imbeciles of themselves.

We are the hunters---and we are also the bait.

Perhaps that is our doom, our human curse, to never really know one another.

Maybe the last human being on Earth won't die of starvation or exposure or as a meal of wild animals. Maybe the last one to die will be killed by the last one alive.

Climb onto my shoulders. I will not let you fall.

In every creepy movie ever made, the barn is the prime nesting ground for the things you don't know you're looking for and always regret finding.

You're mortal, and only a mortal can afford to be romantic. When we conquered death, we murdered love.

Then the door flew open and Mr. Faulks told us to head over to the gym. I thought that was really smart. Get all of us in one place so the aliens didn't have to waste a lot of ammunition.

We'd stared into the face of Death, and Death blinked first. You'd think that would make us feel brave and invincible. It didn't.

Time for the world to end.

The cold stars spun to the ancient rhythm, the august march of an everlasting symphony. They are old, the stars, and their memory is long.

As long as you draw breath anywhere -here or ten thousands miles from here- I will love you. I can't help loving you, so I choose to hate you...to make my love bearable.

Poets never die, I thought. They just fail in the end.

Nothing makes us love something more than the loss of it.

Yes, my dear child, monsters are real. I happen to have one hanging in my basement.

Self-pity is egotism undiluted, after all—self-centeredness in its purest form.

He barely knew I existed. I knew some of the same people he knew, but I was a girl in the background, several degrees of seperation removed.