Monstrumologist By Rick Quotes & Sayings

Yeah, good to see you too.
Her hand stays on the gun.
"Did I say it was good to see you, Joe?
"No, but I always try to read between the lines. Figured you going for your gun was how you express affection these days. — Charlie Huston

Beside me the monstrumologist murmured, I believe I am in hell, therefore I am there. — Rick Yancey

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. — Rick Yancey

The monstrumologist laughed, and lifted his face toward the bleeding sky. — Rick Yancey

Connecting to something keeps our empathy alive. — Eric Fischl

Arabic is the language of the Qur'an, but Arab culture is not the culture of Islam. — Tariq Ramadan

The best way to get anybody's attention is dinner. I have good kitchen skills and good grocery shopping skills. — Al Roker

Who, or why, or which, or what, Is the Akhond of Swat? — Edward Lear

One lesson I learned from 'The Monstrumologist' was never to get too attached to your own characters. That's harder in practice than in theory. At the end of the third book - which coincided with the end of my contract - I was an emotional wreck. I mourned Will Henry and Warthrop. — Rick Yancey

The doctor was a private man, engaged in a dark and dangerous business, and could ill afford the prying eyes and gossiping tongue of the servant class. — Rick Yancey

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

I suppose we need not go mourning the buffaloes. In the nature of things, they had to give place to better cattle, though the change might have been made without barbarous wickedness. — John Muir

Sin is not simply making bad choices or mistakes. Sin is having the desire in our hearts to do the will of the enemy of God. — R.C. Sproul

I squeeze my eyes shut and try to reach for him across the hundreds and hundreds of miles, to send my thoughts into his mind, to let him know he is not alone. But he is. And I can't help him. — Suzanne Collins

Nothing makes us love something more than the loss of it. — Rick Yancey

It is wondrous, Will Henry," breathed the monstrumologist over the maddening hum of the flies. "I feared we might be wrong-that Socotra was not the *locus ex magnificum*. But we have found it, haven't we? And is it not wondrous?"
I agreed with him. It was wondrous. — Rick Yancey

The monstrumologist closed his eyes. "You should not have come, Will Henry."
And I answered, "You should not have left me, Dr. Warthrop. — Rick Yancey

None of it had prepared him, however, for this naked confrontation with gross injustice, this horrific reminder that despite all the honors with which we shower ourselves, we are, ultimately, fodder, mere meat for the inferior, soulless things of which I dreamt the night before, no less than us the Creator's children." - The Monstrumologist — Rick Yancey

These are the secrets I have kept. This is the trust I never betrayed.
But he is dead now and has been for more than forty years, the one who gave me his trust, the one for whom I kept these secrets.
The one who saved me ... and the one who cursed me. — Rick Yancey

I had been interested in the local legends and tall tales regarding the site, and the director had been kind enough to introduce me to several residents who'd grown up in the area and who knew the stories of this mythical "gateway to hell," now a state park, presumably because the devil had departed, making way for field-trippers and hikers. — Rick Yancey

What is it? I remembered thinking in panic. What is it? Why did I want to follow this man? What was it about the monstrumologist that consumed me? What demon of the pit chewed and gnawed upon my soul like Judas' in the innermost circle of hell? What did it look like? What was its face? If I could name the nameless thing, if I could put a face upon the faceless thing, perhaps I could free myself from its ravenous embrace. — Rick Yancey

They float, Ben! They all float! Try one and see! — Stephen King

The doctor,' Erasmus echoed. 'They call him that - but what exactly is he a doctor of?'
The grotesque, I might have answered. The bizarre. The unspeakable. Instead I gave him the same answer the doctor had given me when I'd asked him not long after my arrival at the house on Harrington Lane. 'Philosophy,' I said with little conviction. — Rick Yancey

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. — Rick Yancey

Let us go then, you and I, like Alice down the rabbit hole, to a time when there still were dark places in the world, and there were men who dared to delve into them.
An old man, I am a boy again.
And dead, the monstrumologist lives. — Rick Yancey

In life, we weep at the thought of death. In death, perhaps we weep at the thought of life. — Marilyn Monroe

Had the Senate or House, or both, censured or somehow warned Richard Nixon, the tragedy of Watergate might have been prevented. Hopefully the Senate will not sit by while even more serious abuses unfold before it. — John Dean