Rick Yancey Quotes

A man trying to escape never thinks himself sufficiently concealed.

I am a big scaredy-cat; horror films terrify me.

I just don't like getting scared, like when people hide and jump out of places. That totally freaks me out. I'm not a fan of it.

Everything scares me. I'm very easily frightened. But the thing that scares me most is zombies. I really, really don't like zombies.

God! Is there anything uglier than a frightened man!

Fear sometimes adds wings to the heels, and sometimes nails them to the ground, and fetters them from moving.

Oh, no, I was afraid of that! I'd better go and hide.

I pulled in a soft breath. My lungs were starving, crying out for air. I lay still, and a cough tickled at the back of my throat. It always happens when you're hiding, a cough, a sneeze, something. It's stupid. The body decides to screw around with you, even though it knows being quiet is the only way it's going to go on living.

I could hear my heart beating. I could hear everyone's heart. I could hear the human noise we sat there making, not one of us moving, not even when the room went dark.

Let me sit in a flowerpot, The spiders won't notice. My heart is a stopped geranium.

Men always fear things which move by themselves.

Sometimes it's just silent...No sound at all. 'Does that scare you?' Chad nods. 'Why?' asks his father. 'It's like something's waiting.

I go to bed, and I wait for sleep as a man might wait for the executioner. I wait for its coming with dread, and my heart beats and my legs tremble, while my whole body shivers beneath the warmth of the bedclothes, until the moment when I suddenly fall asleep, as a man throws himself into a pool of stagnant water in order to drown. I do not feel this perfidious sleep coming over me as I used to, but a sleep which is close to me and watching me, which is going to seize me by the head, to close my eyes and annihilate me.

No matter how hard she tried to concentrate on something else, to pass the time and to distract her from the situation she was in, the fear came trickling out. It hovered like a cloud of gas around her, threatening to penetrate her pores and poison her.

Is anything wrong, dear? the old joke went. No, why? You moved. Just don't move.

I can't minimize the terror factor. As you get older you get more and more frightened because the terrible indignities of old age become closer to you.

We fear the past, present and future. We fear the unknown, we fear not having enough, losing what we have, not having what we want. We fear what will become of us and those that we care for. We fear what others think of us and what they don't think of us. We fear, fear, fear and therefore we are controllable through the manipulation of all that we fear. The present War on Terror is the War of Fear. No Fear, no control.

This is the century of fear.

You know there are moments such as these when time stands still and all you do is hold your breath and hope it will wait for you.

I'm terrified beyond the capacity for rational thought.

Terror. When you come home and notice everything you own has been taken away and replaced by an exact substitute. It’s when the lights go out and you feel something behind you-you hear it-you feel its breath against your ear, but when you turn around there’s nothing there.

Fear is the emotion that makes us blind.

I became hysterical and frightened and begged for sedation. And that was just the first prenatal visit.

Not being able to go outside upsets me more than I can say, and I’m terrified our hiding place will be discovered and that we’ll be shot.

A sin takes on a new and real terror when there seems a chance that it is going to be found out.