Quotes About Survival

Shot at twenty-seven times - what a Dominican number...

And the roaches. The roaches were so bold in his flat that turning on the lights did not startle them. They waved their three-inch antennas as if to say, Hey, puto, turn that shit off.

What can you do? Tomás said. Life smacks everybody around.

I grew up in a post-dictatorship dictatorship society. The axis of likability is how dictatorships survive. Becoming popular is part of what dictatorships hijack to remain in power. For me to write things from the same toxic axis that made stronger the dictatorship that completely disfigured my family and my society, it just wasn't going to happen.

And I grew up on a steady diet of science fiction, especially apocalyptic and postapocalyptic fiction.

Mankind had built a world that would take hundred years to die. A century for the last lights to go out.

She did not believe in fate; the world seemed far chancier than that, a series of mishaps and narrow escapes you somehow managed to survive until, one day, you didn't.

History is more than data, more than facts, more than science and scholarship. These things are merely the means to a greater end. History is a story—the story of ourselves. Where do we come from? How have we survived? How can we avoid the mistakes of the past? Do we matter, and if we do, what is our proper place upon the earth?

This isn't a question of odds. Of all the men in the world, that woman chose you. If she's out there, she's waiting for you. Staying alive any way she can until you find her. That's all that matters.

Courage is easy, when the alternative is getting killed.

History is more than data, more than facts, more than science and scholarship. These things are merely the means to a greater end. History is a story—the story of ourselves. Where do we come from? How have we survived? How can we avoid the mistakes of the past? Do we matter, and if we do, what is our proper place upon the earth? I shall put the question another way: Who are we?

The end of the world, he'd thought. That's where he was. The end of the world was Houston, Texas.

If you are writing any book about the end of the world, what you are really writing about is what's worth saving about it.

We made war on the planet, and the planet fought back.

You are Entering the Red Zone. Proceed at Own Risk. When in Doubt Run.

Because the game was the world's natural state. Because the game was war, it always was, and when wasn't there a war on, somewhere, to keep a man like Richards in good employ?

This isn't a question of odds. Of all the men in the world, that woman hose you. If she's still out there, she's waiting for you. Staying alive any way she can until you find her.

History is more than data, more than facts, more than science and scholarship. These things are merely the means to a greater end. History is a story—the story of ourselves. Where do we come from? How have we survived? How can we avoid the mistakes of the past? Do we matter, and if we do, what is our proper place upon the earth? I

She did not believe in fate; the world seemed far chancier than that, a series of mishaps and narrow escapes you somehow managed to survive until, one day, you didn't.

Who would survive this day? And Vorhees knew, to his infinite sorrow, that once again he would be one of the lucky ones. They

As the buck darted below the drop-off, she raised her blade and launched herself into the air.

Before she became the Girl from Nowhere-the One Who Walked In, the First and Last and Only, who lived a thousand years-she was just a little girl in Iowa, named Amy. Amy Harper Bellafonte.

She remembered no one at all. She remembered one day thinking: I am alone. There is no I but I. She lived in the dark. She taught herself to walk in the light, though it was not easy.

If asked to name the worst moment of his life, Michael Fisher wouldn't have hesitated to give his answer: it was when the lights went out.