Vosch Quotes

#1. Price and Cost. Sometimes we pay more. Sometimes we pay less. You've got to determine what you are willing to pay for success.

Bobby F. Kimbrough Jr.

#2. You are the human clay," Vosch whispers fiercely in my ear. "And I am Michelangelo. I am the master builder, and you will be my masterpiece.

Rick Yancey

#3. That's the flaw in Vosch's master plan: If you don't kill all of us all at once, those who remain will not be the weak.

Rick Yancey

#4. The dicey moment when you should introduce two people but can't remember one of their names; whomnesia, persona non data, nomenclutchure, notworking, mumbleduction, introducking

Steven Pinker

#5. It's my place when I'm here alone. It's ours when you are here with me." ~Nolan

Sarah Brocious

#6. Such a dividend could only be wasted, for it was borne from waste, and to waste it would return.

Eleanor Catton

#7. It's the ancient instinct: In times of great danger, be wary of strangers. Trust no one outside your circle. But there's another instinct, far older, as old as life itself, nearly impossible for the human mind to override: Protect the young at all costs. Preserve the future." - Vosch

Rick Yancey

#8. What doesn't kill us sharpens us. Hardens us. Schools us. You're beating plowshares into swords, Vosch. You are remaking us. We are the clay, and you are Michelangelo. And we will be your masterpiece.

Rick Yancey

#9. The dead have their reward, Vosch says. It is the living - you and I - who still have work to do

Rick Yancey

#10. When I'm writing, I mean what I'm saying - there's a lot of me in each song.

Imelda May

#11. In 100 years we have gone from teaching Latin and Greek in High School to teaching remedial English in college.

Joseph Sobran

#12. I'm hoping to pass for one of Vosch's tween recruits, but I probably look more like GI Joe's little sister playing dress up

Rick Yancey

#13. Ageing means a loss of a number of skills over time.

Julie Bishop

#14. You know what you do when you can't stand up and march, soldier? Vosch asks. You crawl.

Rick Yancey

#15. You belong to them now. Vosch the sculptor, my body the clay, but not my spirit, never my soul. Unconquered. Uncrushed. Uncontained.

Rick Yancey