Quote

There are those who labor in the darkness, that the rest of us might live in the light.

Rick Yancey

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Rick Yancey
Age: 62
Born: 1962
Born: November 4
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
Screenwriter
Writer
Miami
Florida
Richard Yancey
William James Henry
Will Henry
Light
Live
Might
Labor
Darkness
Rest

More quotes by Rick Yancey

Image
Tampons. I’m constantly worrying about my stash and if I’ll be able to find more.
Rick Yancey
Image
I am the one, Not Running, Not Staying, But FACING
Rick Yancey
Image
A man lies upon the floor, spreads his arms, and transforms himself into a ship of a thousand sails.
Rick Yancey
Image
Why did they come billions of miles just to stare at us? It's rude.
Rick Yancey
Image
I was a slave to something he believed to be silly and superstitious: the idea that all life was worth defending and that nothing justified surrender to the forces of destruction.
Rick Yancey
Image
In case you're an alien and you're reading this: BITE ME.
Rick Yancey
Image
Good God, man, what is that smell? He eyed with disgust the doctor's filthy cloak. Life, answered the doctor.
Rick Yancey
Image
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.
Rick Yancey
Image
I brought Sammy inside and put him to bed. Said his prayer with him. “‘Now I lay me down to sleep…’” To me, just random noise. Gibberish. I wasn’t sure exactly what it was, but I felt that, when it came to God, there was a broken promise in there somewhere.
Rick Yancey
Image
When you look death in the eye and death blinks first, nothing seems impossible.
Rick Yancey
Image
I will teach you to love death. I will empty you of grief and guilt and self-pity and fill you up with hate and cunning and the spirit of vengeance. I will make my final stand here, Benjamin Thomas Parish.
Rick Yancey
Image
I am a shark, Cassie, he says slowly, drawing the words out, as if he might be speaking to me for the last time. Looking into my eyes with tears in his, as if he's seeing me for the last time. A shark who dreamed he was a man.
Rick Yancey
Image
Could there be irony crueler than this? How, upon his rescue, the truth had brought him here, to a house for the mad, for only a madman believes what every child knows to be true: There are monsters that lie in wait under our beds.
Rick Yancey
Image
Some things you can never leave behind. They don't belong to the past. They belong to you.
Rick Yancey
Image
When I wake up the next morning, there's a Hershey's Kiss sitting on the table beside me.
Rick Yancey
Image
I didn't show up here to give your life purpose now that your life's over. That's up to you to figure out.
Rick Yancey
Image
It isn't up to me to break his heart that's time's job.
Rick Yancey
Image
What boy my age didn’t dream of fleeing the well-tended lawn and lamp-lit street for the untamed wilderness, where grand adventure awaited on the other side of the horizon, where the stars burned undimmed in the velvet sky above his head and the virgin ground lay untrodden beneath his feet?
Rick Yancey
Image
You can’t force yourself to trust. So you put all your doubts in a little box and bury it deep and then try to forget where you buried it
Rick Yancey
Image
He asks me what happened to my leg. I told him I was shot by a shark. He doesn't react. Doesn't seem confused or amused or anything. Like getting shot by a shark is a perfectly natural thing in the aftermath of the arrival.
Rick Yancey