Sci-Fi is the genre that explored both possibilities: the end of our existential crisis and the end of our existence. My novel, The 5th Wave, explores the latter scenario, because, frankly, I believe it represents the likeliest outcome of an extraterrestrial encounter. In short, if they're out there, we better hope they never find us.— Rick Yancey
The most powerful Rick Yancey quotes that are little-known but priceless
Even the most sensitive person can get used to even the most insensitive thing.
Cruelty isn’t a personality trait. Cruelty is a habit.
Sometimes in my tent, late at night, I think I can hear the stars scraping against the sky.
So often the monsters that crowd our minds are nothing more than the strange and thoroughly alien progeny of our own fearful fantasies.
You are the nest. You are the hatchling. You are the chrysalis. You are the progeny. You are the rot that falls from stars. You may not understand what I mean. You will.
If I had faced it then, I wouldn't be facing it now, but sooner or later you have to choose between running and facing the thing you thought you could not face.
The world is a clock winding down.
Human beings are remarkably resilient.
When you think about it, our species has been teetering upon the edge of the existential cliff since Hiroshima. In short, we endure.
Cruelty isn't a personality trait. Cruelty is a habit.
We are slaves, all of us...Some are slaves to fear. Others are slaves to reason—or base desire. It is our lot to be slaves...and the question must be to what shall we owe our indenture? Will it be to truth or to falsehood, hope or despair, light or darkness? I choose to serve the light, even though that bondage often lies in darkness.
I had it all wrong," he says. "Before I found you, I thought the only way to hold on was to find something to live for. It isn't. To hold on, you have to find something you're willing to die for.
To hold on, you have to find something you’re willing to die for.
His heart, the war. Her face, the battlefield.
When I cry - when I let myself cry - that's who I cry for.
I don't cry for myself. I cry for the Cassie that's gone. And I wonder what that Cassie would think of me. The Cassie who kills.
And if humanity is the last war, then I am the battlefield.
What were they thinking? 'It's an alien apocalypse! Quick, grab the beer!
I would kill for a cheeseburger. Honestly. If I stumbled across someone eating a cheeseburger, I would kill them for it.
We are the hunters---and we are also the bait.
My first favourite book was Are You My Mother? A picture book about a lost bird.
After that my favourites changed almost yearly. I loved everything by Roald Dahl, but my favourite was probably Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. A librarian gave me a first edition of that book, which I treasure.
Perhaps that is our doom, our human curse, to never really know one another.
Maybe the last human being on Earth won't die of starvation or exposure or as a meal of wild animals. Maybe the last one to die will be killed by the last one alive.
The next time you better have a good reason," I tease him.
"Okay." He kisses me again. "Reason?" I ask softly. "Um. You're really pretty?" "That's a good one. I don't know if it's true, but it's good.
It isn't that the lies are too beautiful to resist. It's that the truth is too hideous to face.
God doesn't call the equipped, son. God equips the called. And you have been called.
Climb onto my shoulders. I will not let you fall.
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.
Perhaps that is our doom, our human curse, to never really know one another.
We erect edifices in our minds about the flimsy framework of word and deed, mere totems of the true person, who, like the gods to whom the temples were built, remains hidden. We understand our own construct; we know our own theory; we love our own fabrication. Still . . . does the artifice of our affection make our love any less real?
I'm one, too," he said. "What?" He spit a wad of blood and mucus into the dirt. "A virgin." What a shock. "What makes you think I'm a virgin?" I asked. "You wouldn't have hit me if you weren't.
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.
The harder survival becomes, the more you want to pull together.
And the more you want to pull together, the harder survival becomes.
It was the price of survival. The cost of his people's last, desperate gamble: To rid his new home of humanity, he had to become human. And being human, he had to overcome his humanity.
Why did they come billions of miles just to stare at us? It's rude.
There are things that are too terrible to remember, and there are things that are almost too wonderful to recall.
How do you rid the Earth of humans? Rid the humans of their humanity.
You're mortal, and only a mortal can afford to be romantic.
When we conquered death, we murdered love.
It's an either/or world now.
A word of advice, Will Henry. When a person of the female gender says she wants to show you something, run the other way. The odds are it is not something you wish to see.
Oh, Will Henry. After all we have been through, how could I send you away now, at our most critical hour? You are indispensable to me.
But if I'm it, the last of my kind, the last page of human history, like hell I'm going to let the story end this way. I may be the last one, but I am the one still standing. I am the one turning to face the faceless hunter in the woods on an abandoned highway. I am the one not running but facing. Because if I am the last one, then I am humanity. And if this is humanity's last war, then I am the battlefield.
Our enemy is fear. Blinding, reason-killing fear. Fear consumes the truth and poisons all the evidence, leading us to false assumptions and irrational conclusions.
To hell with monsters and to hell with men. There is no difference to me.
There's an old saying about truth setting you free.
Don't buy it. Sometimes the truth slams the cell door shut and throws a thousand bolts.
It's hard to plan for what comes next when what comes next is not something you planned for.
To show mercy is not naïve. To hold out against the end of hope is not stupidity or madness. It is fundamentally human. Of course... We are all doomed; we are all poisoned from our birth by the rot of stars. That does not mean we should succumb...to the seductive fallacy of despair, the dark tide that would drown us. You may think I'm stupid, you may call me a madman and a fool, but at least I stand upright in a fallen world.
I stare at her. I've always known that it's impossible to argue with Belinda, not because she's particularly good at it, but because she's so bad at it- that there is no common ground to work from. She simply sees the world she wants to see it and no amount of logic can change her mind.
Soon I will fall asleep and I will wake from this terrible dream.
The endless night will fall, and I will rise. I long for that night. I do not fear it. I have had my fill of fear. I have stared too long into the abyss, and now the abyss stares back at me.
I'm here because they've killed almost all of us, but not all of us.
And that's their mistake, son. That's the flaw in their plan. Because if you don't kill all of us at once, whoever's left are not going to be the weak ones. The strong ones- and only the strong ones- will survive. The bent but unbroken, if you know what I mean. People like me. And people like you.
Some things you can never leave behind. They don't belong to the past. They belong to you.
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!
But hope is no less realistic than despair.
It is still our choice whether to live in light or lie down in darkness.