Rick Yancey Quotes - Page 4

We are the clay, and you are Michelangelo. And we will be your masterpiece.

I don't care what the stars say about how small we are. One, even the smallest, weakest, most insignificant one, matters.

I would kill for a cheeseburger. Honestly. If I stumbled across someone eating a cheeseburger, I would kill them for it.

In every creepy movie ever made, the barn is the prime nesting ground for the things you don't know you're looking for and always regret finding.

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.

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.

Miss Marks, you see, makes her living by...entertaining young, and not so young, sailors...or any other members of the armed forced, or civilians, who enjoy...being entertained by ladies who...entertain.

She hated him and loved him, longed for him and loathed him, and cursed herself for feeling anything at all

Perhaps that is our doom, our human curse, to never really know one another.

Yes, my dear child, monsters are real. I happen to have one hanging in my basement.

Self-pity is egotism undiluted, after all—self-centeredness in its purest form.

There was, like, this black hole where the world used to be, and we were both falling toward it. What could we hold on to?

To hold on, you have to find something you’re willing to die for.

The doctor frowned upon drinking and often expressed wonderment at men who willingly made imbeciles of themselves.

She looks at me out of the side of her uncovered eye. "Chess, Zombie: defending yourself from the move that hasn't happened yet. Does it matter that he doesn't light up through our eyepieces? That he missed us when he could have taken us own? If two possibilities are equally probable but mutually exclusive, which one matters the most? Which one do you bet your life on?

I have a very low tolerance for boredom and often think I would have missed out on books entirely if Id grown up in the Internet and video game age. Now I enjoy books for people of all ages, including children.

Do you know how to tell who the enemy is, Cassie?

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

Hold on tight, Sam." He puts me in a choke hold. "Ahhh," I gasp. "Not that tight.

A miscalculation is not negligence, nor prudence a crime. I am a scientist. I base my action or inaction upon probability and evidence. There is a reason we call science a discipline! Inferior minds bolt or build pyres to roast the witches in their midst!

Are you okay?" I (Cassie) call up to him. "Um. Define okay." (Ben) "Okay means you're not bleeding to death." "I'm okay.

Because promises matter. They matter now more than ever.

Prayers and promises. The one his sister made to him. The unspoken one I made to my sister. Prayers are promises, too, and these are the days of broken promises.

A moment comes in war when the last line must be crossed. The line that separates what you hold dear from what total war demands. If he couldn't cross that line, the battle was over, and he was lost. His heart, the war. Her face, the battlefield. With a cry only he could hear, the hunter turned. And ran.

It's like a cockroach working up a plan to defeat the shoe on its way down to crush it.