Top 100 Rick Yancey Quotes
#1. So, I thought, this is how dead people see the world.
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#2. Dad the launching pad. Dad the landing zone. Dad the tether that kept Sams - and me - from hurtling into the nullity of deep space, a nullity himself now.
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#3. It's what we're made for. It's what got us here. It's the reason I have this car to hide under. We are human. And humans thin. They plan. They dream, and they make the dream real.
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#4. With the right training, there are few things more savage than a ten-year-old.
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#5. Single death is a tragedy; a million is a statistic.
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#6. She was the last star, burning bright in a sea of limitless black.
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#7. There are some we cannot help but take an instant dislike to.
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#8. How do you rid the Earth of humans? You rid the humans of their humanity.
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#9. When the power goes out, we jump up to ... To what? It's weird. We're so used to electricity, when it's gone, we don't know what to do. So we jump up or squeal or start jabbering like idiots. We panic. It's like someone cut off our oxygen.
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#10. Somentimes you're in the wrong place at the wrong time and what happens is nobody's fault.You just want to feel bad so you'll feel better.
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#11. They've flipped the natural order on us, boy. Better to die than live. Better to give up than fight. Better to hide than face. They know the way to break us is to kill us first here.
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#12. Silencer, was as good as any. It described his purpose: to snuff out the human noise.
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#13. Remember, Will Henry, some falsehoods are borne of necessity not foolishness.
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#14. When you're out of options, the best option is to do nothing. Play dead. The possum option.
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#15. What?" I ask the back of his head. "Now you're giving me the silent treatment?" His shoulders jiggle up and down. You know, one of those wry, silent chuckles, accompanied by a rueful shake of the head. Girls! So silly.
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#16. He spreads his fingers over my heart, like he's holding it, like it belongs to him, the hard-fought-for territory he's won fair and square.
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#17. There's an old saying about the truth setting you free. Don't buy it. Sometimes the truth slams the cell door shut and throws a thousand bolts.
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#18. And red is not the color of apples or roses or the dresses that pretty girls wear in the summertime.
That is not the color of red at all.
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#19. Every face is new now, every face a stranger's face.
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#20. Who does this teenage version of the Brawny paper-towel guy think he's kidding?
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#21. You left her. When she needed you, you ran. And you're still running. Don't you think it's time you stop running and fight for her?
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#22. I will teach you to love death. I will empty you of grief and guilt and self-pity and fill you up with hate and cunning and the spirit of vengeance. I will make my final stand here, Benjamin Thomas Parish.
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#23. Into the counter behind her; her stick-thin arms fly into the air. I whip to my right, toward Razor, in time to see his chest blown apart by the kneeling recruit's round.
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#24. A thousand ways. Focus on the one way.
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#25. I didn't know until then that rage had a taste and it tasted like your own blood.
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#26. If the world breaks a million and one promises, can you trust the million and second?
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#27. She stays away from his dreams, as if she knows not to go there, because dreams are not real but feel more than real when you're dreaming them. She loves him too much to do that.
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#28. We are the hunters---and we are also the bait.
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#29. Once a human named Evan Walker had a dream - a dream it can no longer remember - and in that dream there was a tent in the woods and in that tent there was a girl who called herself humanity, and the girl was worth more to it than its own life.
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#30. Somebody in the back of the room squealed. Classic. It doesn't matter what time of day it happens - the power goes out, and somebody yelps like the building's collapsing.
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#31. If your job is to kill us, why didn't you kill me?" I ask.
He answers without hesitating, as if he's decided long before I asked the question what his answer would be.
"Because I'm in love with you.
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#32. The answer is they didn't. They aren't here, Razor. They never were it's just us. It's always been just us.
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#33. But there are thoughts we think in the forward part of our brains, and then there are those whose origins are much deeper, in the animal part, the part that remembers the terrors of the open savanna at night, the oldest part that was there before the primordial voice that spoke the words I AM.
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#34. learning to let go of my rage and embrace the howling emptiness and
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#35. I do not mean to mock or ridicule your life's work, for in one way at least it mimics my own: We have dedicated our lives to the pursuit of phantoms. The difference is the nature of those phantoms. Mine exist between other men's ears; yours live solely between your own.
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#36. On the table beside me is a book entitled Love's Desperate Desire. Based on the cover, I would have called it My Spectacular Washboard Abs.
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#37. First they taught us not to trust them. Then they taught us not to trust each other. Now, they're teaching us we can't even trust ourselves.
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#38. When you take the humanity out of humans, you are left with humans with no humanity. In other words, you get what you paid for ...
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#39. Choosing between your kind and another species wasn't cruel. It was necessary.
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#40. They say no one knows the Bible better than the devil.
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#41. All things do happen for a reason ... Is this not the foundation of our faith? You are here-all of us-because we are but part of a plan prepared before the foundations of the earth. It is our humble duty to discern our role in that plan.
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#42. He doesn't want to know; he has to know.
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#43. What were they thinking? 'It's an alien apocalypse! Quick, grab the beer!
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#44. We'd stared into Death's eyes and Death blinked first.
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#45. I might have kissed her here," said Pellinore Warthrop to himself
the fugitive, the prisoner. "I do not remember.
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#46. 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.
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#47. Thinking about the bacon - the potential of bacon - gives me hope. Not all is lost if bacon isn't.
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#48. Sarcasm doesn't appear to work on him. If that's true, I'm in trouble: It's my normal mode of communication.
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#49. The night wears on; the fire dwindles; the wind shifts and my heart aches with nostalgia - summer camps and catching lightning bugs and August skies aflame with stars. The way the desert smells and the long, wistful sigh of wind rushing down from the mountains as the sun dips beneath the horizon.
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#50. It's her eyes that get to me. The deep dark of them. Is nothing there - or nearly everything?
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#51. The experience was like running into someone you hadn't seen since middle school - you recognize them, but what you really notice is the ways they've changed. They don't match your memory of how they should look and for a second you're thrown off, because your memory of them IS them.
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#52. Bitterness finds pleasure in the spot from which bitterness springs.
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#53. I don't know how long I lay there, with the arms of dead people holding me.
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#54. Ha-ha. The dumb jock who can't talk the Queen's English. I swear to God, the next person who corrects my grammar gets punched in the face.
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#55. A Silencer wouldn't nurse me back to health - much less give me nicknames and play snuggles in the dark.
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#56. I am like the water that runs over me, immune to permanence, recycling endlessly. I am water; I am life. The form may change, but the substance stays the same. Strike me down and I will rise again. Vincit qui patitur.
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#57. The uncertainty of my own experience is crushing. I am drowning in an infinite sea. Sinking slowly, the weight of the lightless depths forcing me down, forcing the air from my lungs, squeezing the blood from my heart.
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#58. He shakes his head. I touch his knee, then pull my hand back quickly. After the first touch, touching becomes too easy.
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#59. You can't force yourself to trust. So you put all your doubts in a little box and bury it deep and then try to forget where you buried it
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#60. You be America, alien invaders, and we'll be Vietnam.
And the Others go, Yeah, okay, right.
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#62. When that moment comes- and it always comes- when your life teeters between giving up and getting up, when you can't give up and you can't get up, either, here's what you do ... Crawl.
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#64. Oh, you're such a hopeless case, Cassie. Such a train wreck.
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#65. I took one look at it and demanded that he name three things he isn't good at.
"Roller skating, singing, and talking to girls."
"You left out stalking," I told him as he helped me out of the bed. "I can always tell when you're lurking around corners."
"You only asked for three.
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#66. Really, science is wonderful, but why does it tend to suck all the joyous mystery from the world?
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#67. I've always wanted to write science fiction. It was one of my first loves, and I knew if I became a writer someday I'd probably write something in the science fiction vein, but I hesitated for a long while because it's such well-trod ground.
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#68. He is there; I feel him, one ten-thousandth of an inch outside my range of vision. I stalk him. He stalks me. The man who wrote these books is not the man who lives in them. That man is the form; Will Henry is the shadow. And now that shadow lives in me. And it lives in you.
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#69. The Earth dark and quiet, the way it was before we showed up to fill it with noise and light. Something ends. Something new begins. This was the in-between time. The pause.
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#70. Not bragging too much, but I had to be careful never to smile while I drove: It had the capacity to blind oncoming traffic.
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#71. Thinking too much has been my problem for a very long time.
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#72. The temperature of true rage is absolute zero, and mine is deeper than the ocean, wider than the universe.
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#73. Still, you tend to believe what you always believed, think what you always thought, expect what you always expected
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#74. Who needs a 12th System when you have a heart like Cassie Sullivans's?
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#75. Those few seconds when you're awake but empty. You forget where you are. What you are now, what you were before. It's all breath and heartbeat and blood moving. Like being in your mother's womb again. The peace of the void.
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#76. Half the world prays they will be given what they deserve, and the other half that they will not.
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#77. If you wanted to separate humans from their humanity...killing laughter would be a good place to start.
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#78. It wasn't aliens that first made us gear up for war; it was our fellow humans.
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#79. The world is large, dear Will, and we, no matter how much we would like to pretend otherwise, we are quite small.
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#80. This is the first rule of the last war:Trust No One
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#81. We cried openly over the ones we lost. We wept secretly for our smartphones, our cars, our microwave ovens, and the Internet.
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#82. And you need help with that? Feeling human?
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#83. And I open to him, a flower to the rain.
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#84. Guns might not kill people, but they sure made it easier.
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#85. Afterward I told his widow, "Your husband is dead, but at least he died laughing.' I think she took some comfort in that. It is the second-best way to die, Will Henry." He did not say what the best way was.
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#87. And if I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take.
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#88. It's why a kid army makes sense. Adults don't waste their time on magical thinking. They dwell on the same inconvenient truths that
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#89. I would kill for a cheeseburger. Honestly. If I stumbled across someone eating a cheeseburger, I would kill them for it.
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#90. Daddy said the world was dividing into two camps: runners and nesters.
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#91. It would be the hardcore. The ones who tell Lady Luck to go screw herself. The ones with hearts of stone. The ones who could let a hundred die so one might live. The ones who see the wisdom in torching a village in order to save it. The world was FUBAR now.
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#92. In the name of all that is holy, tell me why God felt the need to make a hell. It seems so redundant.
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#93. Perhaps that is our doom, our human curse, to never really know one another.
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#94. Maybe you reach a certain point in evolution where boredom is the greatest threat to your survival. Maybe this isn't a planetary takeover at all, but a game. Like a kid pulling wings off flies.
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#95. I was never very good at history, but I was pretty sure douchebags like Hitler didn't laugh very much.
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#96. You haven't heard a damn word I've said. See, this is why I can't stand your kinds. You light your candles and mumble your latin spells and pray to a god who isn't there, doesn't care, or is just plain crazy or cruel or both. The world burns and you praise the asshole who either set it or let it.
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#97. Evan is the little branch growing out of the cliff that she clings to, and the fact that he's gone makes her hang on even tighter.
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#98. Who wants to read a book when you can blow something up?
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#99. The doctor frowned upon drinking and often expressed wonderment at men who willingly made imbeciles of themselves.
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#100. You belong to them now. Vosch the sculptor, my body the clay, but not my spirit, never my soul. Unconquered. Uncrushed. Uncontained.
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