Rick Yancey
Rick Yancey
Richard "Rick" Yancey is an American author who has gained acclaim for his works of suspense, fantasy, and science fiction aimed at young adults...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth4 November 1962
CityMiami, FL
CountryUnited States of America
jobs heart break
It isn't up to me to break his heart; that's time's job.
world either-or
It's an either/or world now.
fall giving lines
That's what you do when the curtain is falling--you give the line that the audience wants to hear.
loss secret-society
Nothing makes us love something more than the loss of it.
grace ignorant social
I was woefully ignorant in the social graces. I was being raised, after all, by Pellinore Warthrop.
stars memories august
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.
design care whimsy
How oft do they rescue or ruin us, through whimsy or design or a combination of both, the adults to whom we entrust our care!
drinking men doctors
The doctor frowned upon drinking and often expressed wonderment at men who willingly made imbeciles of themselves.
fall important might
But we fall only that we might rise, Alfred. All of us fall; all of us, as you say, screw up. Falling is not important. It is how we get up after the fall that's important.
art way never-forget
Great sci-fi has never shied from tackling the Big Questions, though really great sci-fi never forgets to entertain us along the way. Shock and awe applies to art, as well.
promise world break
If the world breaks a million and one promises, can you trust the million and second?
fall black world
There was, like, this black hole where the world used to be, and we were both falling toward it. What could we hold on to?
matter that-one-person minutes
The minute we decide that one person doesn´t matter anymore, they´ve won.
doubt trying littles
You can’t force yourself to trust. So you put all your doubts in a little box and bury it deep and then try to forget where you buried it