Quotes About Survival

Out of trillions of organisms that were alive at the beginning of time, are alive now and will be alive at the end of time, only one tampers with its food. You do not want to bet against those kinds of odds.

I wanted to curl up into a fetal position and start sucking my thumb, let my tears and dripping saliva pool under me. Sorry. I tried living, tried being sentient. Can't do it. Can't live in the same universe with that.

A cockroach has no soul. Yet it runs and eats and shits and fucks and breeds. It has no soul, yet it lives a full life. Just like you.

Amy said, "So, you're making a flamethrower?" "Amy, we gotta be prepared. We don't know what we'll find in that place, but for all we know it could be the Devil himself." "David, what possible good is that thing gonna do?" "Oh, no, you didn't hear me. I said it's a flamethrower ." Girls.

I am not the star of a zombie movie. I am the guy in the background who gets eaten in the first montage.

A realization washed over her in that cold, dark space: this was how virtually all living things born on earth have died—with teeth tearing through their muscle and bones. We humans have computers and soap and houses but it doesn't change the fact that everything that walks is nothing but food for something else.

And you know what happens when a ship gets too many rats on board? It sinks. That's what. I wondered if a ship had ever really sunk that way.

Fred nodded and said, "So what you're saying is, if we all die, that's not even the worst-case scenario." John replied, "I'd still like to shoot a little higher than that, Freddy.

I've developed a pretty good survival system involving nothing more than mental alertness exercises, positive thinking and amphetamines.

I don't know how they catch the birds. I know the Goliath Fucking Bird-Eating Spider can't fly because if it could, it would have a different name entirely. We would call it "sir" because it would be the dominant species on the planet. None of us would leave the house unless a Goliath Fucking Flying Bird-Eating Spider said it was okay.

This is my emergency kit. It contained a roll of duct tape, a spare pair of pants, an envelope with two hundred dollars, two bags of dried fruit, two packages of beef jerky, three bottles of water, a roll of thick shop towels you see mechanics use, a small metal pipe - just right for cracking a skull with - and a fake beard. Look, you never know.

I flung the gun at another one of the monsters, missed, hit an elderly man in a wheelchair instead, toppling him over.

I turned, ran, fired the shotgun into the air and shouted, "Bomb! There's a bomb in the fountain! Everybody run for your lives! Please don't not panic!

John and I have made this stuff our hobby, in the way that an especially attractive prisoner makes a hobby out of not getting raped.

The guy next to him looked like he had covered his body in glue and rolled through a knife store. At the bottom of the feed was a logo that said "LEAGUE OF BADASS.

There are really only two kinds of monsters in the world, which you already know if you've been watching horror movies: Breeders and Non-breeders.

John says the men threw him down and intended to execute him, at which point he kicked one of the men in the face and backflipped to his feet. He then wrestled away the man's gun and "dick-whipped" him with it. I am unclear as to whether or not this means he struck the man in the groin or merely slapped him in the same manner in which he would slap a person with his dick.

Somewhere, Charles Darwin nodded and smiled a knowing smile.

His house had burned down. That meant he needed … everything. Clothes. Heartburn pills. Replacement contact lenses in case he lost one. Dandruff shampoo. Some Oreos. A book.

We're like one German soldier alone on the beaches of Normandy on D-Day, holding a sharp stick.

We walk the brink of racial suicide because we were smart enough to make atomic bombs and stupid enough to use them.

There are three requisites for growth without bound, and only three: the will to remake oneself, the genius to survive, and the strength to suffer.

In my most recent novel, The Eros Project, I have called this age–old habit of people of making war and preying upon each other simply the War. This use is close to what Hobbes identified as the war of all against all, which he thought to be the natural state of man.

We must find a way to do more than survive. We must fulfill our roles. Build a place for us within the society that seeks to exclude us. We must find our own path. A new path. One that allows us to grow and build a future for our children and give us hope. Here. In the land that is determined to cast