761 Quotes by Rick Yancey

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

You will never understand.” “You may be right. But it is my human imperative to try.

This is the sound of the Earth before we conquered it.

You wanted to create a human without humanity. Now you’re going to get one.

It isn’t fear that will defeat them. Not fear or faith or hope or even love, but rage.

I will trade my self-pity for hate. My guilt for cunning. My grief for the spirit of vengeance.

We’re all dead... Some of us are just a little further along than others.

There is beauty that soothes like the warm kiss of the spring sun upon the cheek, and then there is beauty that terrifies, like the cry of Ozymandias, inviting despair.

Our voices, wrapping around each other’s, entwining, and then tugging free, in the pitch black.