Have you fallen in love, Will Henry?" "That's stupid." "What is? Love, or my question?" "I don't know." "You don't know? You've tried that trick once….

To hell with monsters and to hell with men. There is no difference to me..

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..

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 hum….

Cruelty isn't a personality trait. Cruelty is a habit..

I do not mean to mock or ridicule your life's work, for in one way at least it mimics my own: We have dedicated our lives to the pursuit of phantoms.….

We are very much like them: indiscriminate killers, ruled by drives little acknowledged and less understood, mindlessly territorial and murderously j….

But monsters, I now know, come in all shapes and sizes, and only their appetite for human flesh defines them..

A moment comes in war when the last line must be crossed. The line that separates what you hold dear from what total war demands. If he couldn't cros….

Our enemy is fear. Blinding, reason-killing fear. Fear consumes the truth and poisons all the evidence, leading us to false assumptions and irrationa….

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….

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 ….

I was woefully ignorant in the social graces. I was being raised, after all, by Pellinore Warthrop..

There are things that are too terrible to remember, and there are things that are almost too wonderful to recall..

After another half second, he's locked me in a bear hug, crushing me into his chest and lifting my feet a couple inches off the ground as I kick furi….

Afterward I told his widow, "Your husband is dead, but at least he died laughing.' I think she took some comfort in that. It is the second-best way t….

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….

Poets never die, I thought. They just fail in the end..

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….

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 b….

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, explore….