What doesn't kill us sharpens us. Hardens us. Schools us. You're beating plowshares into swords, Vosch. You are remaking us. We are… — Rick Yancey Copy Share Image
We are the clay, and you are Michelangelo. And we will be your masterpiece. — Rick Yancey Copy Share Image
You are the human clay," Vosch whispers fiercely in my ear. "And I am Michelangelo. I am the master builder, and you… — Rick Yancey Copy Share Image
“Don't you get it yet? The minute we decide that one person doesn't matter anymore, they've won."..."Beneath a sky crowded with a billion stars.… — Rick Yancey Copy Share Image
The way we learn to write is the way we learn to talk: We listen to others and start mimicking speech, and that's how… — Rick Yancey Copy Share Image
I have a very low tolerance for boredom and often think I would have missed out on books entirely if Id grown up in… — Rick Yancey Copy Share Image
There are things that are too terrible to remember, and there are things that are almost too wonderful to recall. — Rick Yancey Copy Share Image
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. — Rick Yancey Copy Share Image
“I can’t leave him. I made a promise.” I start to explain it, but I don’t even know how to begin. How do I… — Rick Yancey Copy Share Image
“That's my big problem. That's it! Before the Arrival,guys like Evan Walker never looked twice at me, much less shot wild game for me… — Rick Yancey Copy Share Image
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… — Rick Yancey Copy Share Image
Good God, man, what is that smell?" He eyed with disgust the doctor's filthy cloak. "Life," answered the doctor. — Rick Yancey Copy Share Image
“He drops into the room, landing on the balls of his feet like a cat. I'm in his arms in the time it takes… — Rick Yancey Copy Share Image
“All things do happen for a reason... . Is this not the foundation of our faith? You are here-all of us-because we are but… — Rick Yancey Copy Share Image
“Her raised his face to the weeping sky, closed his dark eyes, and sighed deeply, a smile playing on his sensuous lips. "The bloody… — Rick Yancey Copy Share Image
