Quotes from Rick Yancey, The Isle of Blood

But hope is no less realistic than despair. It is still our choice whether to live in light or lie down in darkness.

We have just discovered our dear colleague butchered in a hotel room, and you wish to discuss literature?

She hated him and loved him, longed for him and loathed him, and cursed herself for feeling anything at all

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