Quotes by Rick Yancey

It kills me. The way he trusted. LIke the way we trusted before they came and blue the whole goddamned world apart. Trusted that when it got dark there would be light. Trusted that when you wanted a fucking strawberry Frappuccino you could plop your ass in the car, drive down the streed, and get yourself a fucking strawberry Frappuccino!

With an enemy like that, who needs friends?

Because if I am the last one, then I am humanity.And if this is humanitys last war, then I am the battlefield.

The monstrous act by definition demands a monster.

...there are more terrifying monstrosities in the world than Anthropophagi. Monstrosities who, with a smile and a comforting pat on the head, are willing to sacrifice a child upon the altar of their own overweening ambition and pride.

I confessed I did not have an opinion; I was only thirteen, and this was my very first dismemberment.

Nothing makes us love something more than the loss of it.

Sometimes in my tent, last at night, I think I can hear the stars scraping, against the sky.

The girl sleeping and the finisher, willing himself to finish her.Why didnt he finish her?Why couldnt he finish her?

The answer is they didnt. They arent here, Razor. They never were its just us. Its always been just us.

Its hopeless. And its stupid. Its suicidal. But love is a weapon they have no answer for. They know how you think, but they cant know what you feel.

As long as you draw breath anywhere -here or ten thousands miles from here- I will love you. I cant help loving you, so I choose to hate you...to make my love bearable.

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

Ive always sucked at games of chance. Always hated them for that reason.

There are some we cannot help but take an instant dislike to.

They were afraid the longer we pretended to be human, the more human we would become.”“And who would want that?”“I didn’t think I would,” he admits. “Until I became one.”“When you…‘woke up’ in Evan?”He shakes his head and says simply, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, “When I woke up in you, Cassie. I wasn’t fully human until I saw myself in your eyes.”And then there are real human tears in his real human eyes, and it’s my turn to hold him while his heart breaks. My turn to see myself in his eyes.Somebody might say that I’m not the only one lying in the enemy’s arms.I am humanity, but who is Evan Walker? Human and Other. Both and neither. By loving me, he belongs to no one.He doesn’t see it that way.

And John Kearns whispered into my ear: Do you see it now? *You* are the nest. *You* are the hatchling. *You* are the chrysalis. *You* are the progeny. *You* are the rot that falls from the stars. All of us--you and I and poor, dear Pellinore. Behold the face of the magnificum, child. And despair.Though I was sickened by the sight, I looked. In the bower of the beast at the top of the world, I beheld the face of the magnificum, and I did not turn away.

I want him to touch me again. I want to feel his hands, as soft as clouds. But I’m afraid if he touches me, all seven billion billion billion atoms that make up my body will blow apart and scatter across the universe.

We regarded each other across an expanse wider than the universe, within a space thinner than a razors edge.

You havent heard a damn word Ive said. See, this is why I cant stand your kinds. You light your candles and mumble your latin spells and pray to a god who isnt there, doesnt 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.