Quotes from Chuck Wendig

what happens to the world when antibiotics fail us all? Everything from heart operations to getting a tattoo will go from being rote explorations of the human body to perilous trips like the first pioneers crossing the badlands . . . Once antibiotics go, everything goes. Maybe that won't be the first domino to fall. Maybe it'll be the one where we lose all the honeybees, or maybe it'll be when we lose all the ice caps, or, or, or—

Dang, that sounds like a fucking movie and shit. Sleep Hard 4: Sleep Harder.

She also smokes like a house fire, drinks like a diabetic bulldog, and curses like the ghost of a pirate who has been wandering the afterlife looking for a treasure chest full of fucks that's long ago been emptied

Worry more about being a COOL HUMAN meeting other COOL HUMANS. - Chuck Wendig. To that end, Hello, said the cool human to all the others.

Follow the right wall. Right meaning the direction—pick the wall to the right of you and keep following it, and if it dead-ends, you stay on the right and turn around. Ultimately in this way, a maze would stretch out like a line—or was it a circle?—and you would find your way to its end.

If the sum of our experiences are, say, our Work-In-Progress, our Facebook pages, our video games, our movies, our Other People's Books, then we don't know jack shit. Is that you?

Let every tale be a cage match between you and something that scares you.

Have you met America?

This was a house of foul breath and bad dreams.

Human sacrifice has power," he said. "The world has long understood that, but now it pretends to know differently—ohh, we're all so buttoned-up, pretending we don't do those things anymore, even though we sacrifice the homeless on our cold streets, or migrant children at the border, or the poor at every turn.

Writers and actors have some creative ground in common, and so when you're writing a scene and hoping to convey a mood it's not the worst idea to try to put that mood into your headspace -- feel it, if only a little. I'm not saying you have to kill a kitten or punch your mother to feel something -- I just mean, stir up the memory of certain emotions if not the emotion itself. Same way an actor might think about a sad moment to conjure tears on-camera. 23.

That's part of the political job. To give comfort." Not to do the right thing, Benji thought, but to give comfort. Even when it wasn't appropriate to do so. The way the man spoke about Americans with such disregard rankled Benji. Shovel hot dogs. Dump beer. He really did see them as animals to be led around by the nose.

Dogs were a curious miracle.

Man knows next to nothing about the ocean. And because of that, he doesn't respect it, and he is ruining it with overfishing, pollution, global warming, toxic algal blooms.

It's like some real Romeo and Juliet business, except like, if Romeo and Juliet sucked really really bad.

a hot Krispy Kreme donut stuffed with blood and voided bowels.

Life is equal parts strange and beautiful and horrible, and we're tossed into it without a map or an instruction guide. Poems and stories have a way of helping us make sense of things.

If there is a Hell, she is bound for it on a fast train. Then again, she's already in Florida, so how bad can it be?)

Dynamite's not a scalpel. It's not even a fire axe. It's precise like a hand grenade. You don't control an explosion so much as politely suggest what you want it to do and then pray.

everyone likes to be sold easy promises, don't they?

Look for the little story. Look for the story about people. Then you wrap it in a generous swaddling of space ninjas and swamp monsters and explodey-boom-boom-pyoo-pyoo-zap.

Most people laughed, and they did so sincerely, because one of the truest things about people is that they will laugh in the face of terror, tragedy, and sadness.

Golathan gets a mean look. Vulpine. Vicious. Like he's about to tear a chicken into wet gobbets and red feathers.

Maybe that's the problem with generations. You start to forget what it was like when you were like them, so they become your enemy and you become theirs and nobody understands each other. Then you die and they become you and finally, finally they understand, but by then it's too late.