Rick Yancey Quotes - Page 2

For true beauty - beauty, as it were, with a capital B - is terrifying; it puts us in our place; it reflects back to us our own ugliness. It is the prize beyond price.

There is beauty that soothes like the warm kiss of the spring sun upon the cheek, and then there is beauty that terrifies, like the cry of Ozymandias, inviting despair.

We are one, you and I. Brothers in hate, brothers in cunning, brothers in the spirit of vengeance.

I think we're seriously screwed when the men with guns decided to help the bad guys.

It would change everything, gentlemen. It would shift the entire balance of power in Europe-maybe the world. Alexander conquered half of it. Think what he would have done with arrows dipped in monster snot!

That’s the cost. That’s the price. Get ready, because when you crush the humanity out of humans, you’re left with humans with no humanity.

In other words, you get what you pay for, motherfucker

Onto his stomach. Then knees. Then hands. His elbows quivered, his wrists threatened to buckle under his own weight. Self-centered, stubborn, sentimental, childish, vain. I am humanity. Cynical, naive, kind, cruel, soft as down, hard as tungsten steel.
I am humanity
He crawled.
I am humanity.
He fell.
I am humanity.
He got up.

Everything's going to be okay', because that's what I wanted him to say and it's what he wanted to say and that's what you do when the curtain is falling - you give the line that the audience wants to hear.

This place can't be heaven, it doesn't have the right vibe.

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

This is what the Others have done to us. You can’t band together to fight without trust. And without trust, there was no hope. How do you rid the Earth of humans? Rid the humans of their humanity.

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

We have just discovered our dear colleague butchered in a hotel room, and you wish to discuss literature?

And it occurs to me that there’s no real difference between us, the living and the dead; it’s just a matter of tense: past-dead and future-dead