Rick Yancey Quotes

Is this how humanity waves good-bye?
Hell no.

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.

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.

I brought Sammy inside and put him to bed. Said his prayer with him. “‘Now I lay me down to sleep…’” To me, just random noise. Gibberish. I wasn’t sure exactly what it was, but I felt that, when it came to God, there was a broken promise in there somewhere.

Too many people say something when they really have nothing to say.

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.

You never know when the truth will come home. You can’t choose the time. The time chooses you.

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

So cold your tears freeze against your cheeks.

'It's not my fault,' I told Bear. 'I don't make the weather. You got a beef, take it up with God.'

That's what I've been doing a lot lately: taking it up with God.

Like: God, WTF?

Why do men pray to God, Kendall? I’ve never understood it. God loves us. We are his cron, like my spider; we are his beloved.… Yet when faced with mortal danger, we pray to him to spare us! Shouldn’t we pray instead to the one who would destroy us, who has sought our destruction from the very beginning?

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

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.

You can't band together to fight without trust. And without trust, there was no hope.

I’ve always thought, if heaven is such a wonderful place, why is entering it so absurdly easy? Confess your sins, ask forgiveness - and that is all? No matter what your crimes?

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

I am a scientist, and therefore an absolute realist.

But I don’t panic. I don’t bolt like a frightened gazelle. I am more than the sum of my fear. It isn’t fear that will defeat them. Not fear or faith or hope or even love, but rage.

Books? They're heavy and take up room in my already bulging backpack. But I have a thing about books.

How baffling it is that we imagined cities incinerated by alien bombs and death rays when all they really needed was Mother Nature and time.

I am more than the sum of my fear.