Rick Yancey Quotes

We have survived the death of our childhood. We are soldiers now, maybe the last soldiers who will ever fight, the Earth’s final and only hope, united as one in the spirit of vengeance.

Promises are priceless, and a kiss is a kind of promise, too.

Beside me the monstrumologist murmured, "I believe I am in hell, therefore I am there.

He didn’t like to see animals in captivity. When he looked into their eyes, something in their eyes looked back at him.

Despair is a wholly selfish response to fortune’s slings and arrows.

Ah. And then you kill him.""No, " Arkwright replied patiently. "We are British. We avoid murder if we can help it.{...}

The nights did not come gently but seemed to slam down angrily upon the Earth.

That's a stupid question, ' said Malachi. 'Because he didn't warn him. He didn't warn anyone.''No, it's a philosophical question, ' Kearns corrected him. 'Which makes it useless, not stupid.

I should have bailed. That little voice had my back. That little voice is older than I am. It's older than the oldest person who ever lived. I should have listened to that voice.

Life is full of little ironies, but it's also pockmarked with some the size of that big rock in Australia.

I always assumed it owed more to the fact that he didn't like me.

Sullivan had her Crucifix Soldier and now I have mine. No. I am the soldier. Teacup is the cross.

If the enemy looks just like you, how do you fight him?

Madness is a wholly human malady borne in a brain too evolved—or not quite evolved enough—to bear the awful burden of its own existence.

Even the most sensitive person can get used to even the most insensitive things.

Tears welled in his eyes. It was like watching chocolate melt.

We're all dead...Some of us are just a little further along than others.

They say no one knows the Bible better than the devil.

I would just have to find a hog, slaughter it, butcher it, cure the meat, then fry it up. Thinking about the bacon—the potential of bacon—gives me hope. Not all is lost if bacon isn't. Seriously.

We'd stared into Death's eyes and Death blinked first.

I am a shark. A shark who dreamed he was a man.

For a being more advanced than I am, he sure has a hard time answering a simple question

You know you've reached a very sad place when the only person who can make you laugh is yourself.

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.

In the early days, it was nearly omnipresent, a constant background noise, like the hum of traffic on a busy highway: the sound of a human being in pain.

It's an alien apocalypse! Quick, grab the beer!

How would you rather die?" she snapped. "Hiding under your bed or riding Thunder Mountain?