761 Quotes by Rick Yancey

Something takes over when you’re facing death. The front part of your brain lets go, gives up control to the oldest part of you, the part that takes care of your heartbeat and breathing and the blinking of your eyes. The part nature built first to keep your ass alive. The part that stretches time like a gigantic piece of toffee, making a second seem like an hour and a minute longer than a summer afternoon.

I want to crack him in the head and burst into tears at the same time. I’ve reached the point of being tired of being tired.

The promise feels like a death sentence, a cell door slamming shut, a stone around my neck that’s destined to carry me down.

It’s moments like those that make me want to slap him, not that slapping him would do any good, but it would make me feel better.

The boy who never sleeps, sleeping. Coming to rest upon the Cassiopeian shore, an island in the middle of a sea of blood. You have your promise, and I have you.

Beautiful is another word we tossed around too casually, slopping it over everything from cars to nail polish until the word collapsed under the weight of all the banality. But the world is beautiful. I hope they never forget that. The world is beautiful.

Lead on, Vader!

Silencer, was as good as any. It described his purpose: to snuff out the human noise.

I dab at the blood with some gauze from the kit, fighting back hysterical giggles. I blame it on the unbearable stress, not on the fact that I’m wiping Evan Walker’s ass.