761 Quotes by Rick Yancey

Why do men pray to God, Kendall? I’ve never understood it. God loves us. We are his cron, like my spider; we are his beloved.… Yet when faced with mortal danger, we pray to him to spare us! Shouldn’t we pray instead to the one who would destroy us, who has sought our destruction from the very beginning?

It's been a long time since humans were prey animals. A hundred thousand years or so. But buried deep in our genes the memory remains: the awareness of the gazelle, the instinct of the antelope. The wind whispers through the grass. A shadow flits between the trees. And up speaks the little voice that goes. Shhhh, it's close now. Close.

I should have bailed. That little voice had my back. That little voice is older than I am. It's older than the oldest person who ever lived. I should have listened to that voice.

The weak have been swept away.That's the flaw in Vosch's master plan: If you don't kill all of us at once, those who remain will not be the weak.It's the strong who remain, the bent but unbroken, like the iron rods that used to give this concrete its strength.Flood, fires, earthquakes, disease, starvation, betrayal, isolation, murder.What doesn't kill us sharpens us. Hardens us. Schools us.

Tampons. I’m constantly worrying about my stash and if I’ll be able to find more.

They rest in us and we in them. Our heart contains all others. One heart, one life, on the advent of a mayfly's final flight

Sullivan had her Crucifix Soldier and now I have mine. No. I am the soldier. Teacup is the cross.

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

We are hunters all. We are, all of us, monstrumologists. And Pellinore Warthrop was the best of us, for he had found the courage to turn and face the most terrifying monster of all.