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I was woefully ignorant in the social graces. I was being raised, after all, by Pellinore Warthrop.
A man lies upon the floor, spreads his arms, and transforms himself into a ship of a thousand sails.
You're mortal, and only a mortal can afford to be romantic. When we conquered death, we murdered love.
We’re here, and then we’re gone, and it’s not about the time we’re here, but what we do with the time.
The aliens of 'The 5th Wave' are not the aliens we've imagined. Not the aliens we'd like to attack us.
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.
She hated him and loved him, longed for him and loathed him, and cursed herself for feeling anything at all
There are times when fear is not our enemy. There are times when fear is our truest, sometimes only, friend.
Sarcasm doesn't appear to work on him. If that's true, I'm in trouble: It's my normal mode of communication.
But monsters, I now know, come in all shapes and sizes, and only their appetite for human flesh defines them.
Good God, man, what is that smell?" He eyed with disgust the doctor's filthy cloak. "Life," answered the doctor.
There are things that are too terrible to remember, and there are things that are almost too wonderful to recall.
The doctor frowned upon drinking and often expressed wonderment at men who willingly made imbeciles of themselves.
I've loved sci-fi and speculative fiction since I was a kid. It was inevitable I'd try my hand at it at some point.
Still, you tend to believe what you always believed, think what you always thought, expect what you always expected
But hope is no less realistic than despair. It is still our choice whether to live in light or lie down in darkness.
Then I strip the pants away from each leg, like peeling a banana. That's it, the perfect metaphor: peeling a banana.
Adolphus is not at his desk. That means he is somewhere in the Monstrumarium, has gone home for the day, or is dead.
I would kill for a cheeseburger. Honestly. If I stumbled across someone eating a cheeseburger, I would kill them for it.
Are you okay?" I (Cassie) call up to him. "Um. Define okay." (Ben) "Okay means you're not bleeding to death." "I'm okay.
I don't care what the stars say about how small we are. One, even the smallest, weakest, most insignificant one, matters.
There was, like, this black hole where the world used to be, and we were both falling toward it. What could we hold on to?
How oft do they rescue or ruin us, through whimsy or design or a combination of both, the adults to whom we entrust our care!
We'd stared into the face of Death, and Death blinked first. You'd think that would make us feel brave and invincible. It didn't.
And no answer when we sent our message. Something like, "Hello, welcome to Earth. Hope you enjoy your stay. Please don't kill us.
The harder survival becomes, the more you want to pull together. And the more you want to pull together, the harder survival becomes.
Even the most sensitive person can get used to even the most insensitive thing. Cruelty isn’t a personality trait. Cruelty is a habit.
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.
I really kill myself on titles, although 'The 5th Wave' seems like an obvious title, doesn't it? You don't know how long that took me.
So often the monsters that crowd our minds are nothing more than the strange and thoroughly alien progeny of our own fearful fantasies.
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
One of the joys of a really good book is that you're so into the world of the book, you forget what you're looking at is words on a page.
And red is not the color of apples or roses or the dresses that pretty girls wear in the summertime. That is not the color of red at all.
The cold stars spun to the ancient rhythm, the august march of an everlasting symphony. They are old, the stars, and their memory is long.
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.
He spreads his fingers over my heart, like he’s holding it, like it belongs to him, the hard-fought-for territory he’s won fair and square.
You are the human clay," Vosch whispers fiercely in my ear. "And I am Michelangelo. I am the master builder, and you will be my masterpiece.
He barely knew I existed. I knew some of the same people he knew, but I was a girl in the background, several degrees of seperation removed.
You can only call someone crazy if there’s someone else who’s normal. Like good and evil. If everything was good, then nothing would be good.
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.
I thought I knew what loneliness was before he found me, but I had no clue. You don't know what real loneliness is until you've known the opposite.
I don't move. I wait behind my log, terrified. Over the past ten minutes, it's become such a dear friend, I consider naming it: Howard, my pet log.
I start to unbutton his shirt. "Got to get these clothes off," I mutter. "You don't know how long I've waited to hear you say that." Smile. Lopsided. Sexy.
There's the bullshit you know that you know; the bullshit you don't know and know you don't know; and the bullshit you just think you know but really don't.
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.
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.
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.
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.
You know how sometimes you tell yourself that you have a choice, but really you don't have a choice? Just because there are alternatives doesn't mean they apply to you.
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.