Rick Yancey Quotes

No one really knows why they are alive until they know what they'd die for.

If a man hasn't found anything worth dying for, he hasn't anything worth living for.

Because our choices are largely based on survival. But if life is eternal, life is not a question.

Everything I do is somehow rooted in humanity. It's always about people; it's always about ego. It's always about desperation. It's quite existential. You know, 'Am I leading a good life?' That might be because I'm an atheist, and I think this is all we've got, so you better be nice. And have fun.

Horror, almost better than any of the other genres, pits the will to live against the will toward nihilism. I just think that's worth exploring. I don't know what is more important, actually, to explore than that very dynamic.

Oh, it is not death that frightens me, but the impossibility of imparting some meaning to my past.

...[A]nything worth dying for ... is certainly worth living for.

I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary.

Why should I live? Why should I do anything? Is there in life any purpose which the inevitable death that awaits me does not undo and destroy?

Life isn't worth living until you have found something worth dying for.

Without the threat of death, there's no reason to live... at all.

In the great scheme of things, what matters is not how long you live but why you live, what you stand for and what you are willing to die for.

We start dying when we have nothing worth living for. And we don't really start living until we find something worth dying for

Is there life before death? - that is the question!

Life belongs to man, but the meaning of life is beyond him.

If I just got up in the morning and had no place to go and was retired or something, I would be sitting there and be thinking, "Gee, what is the purpose of life? Why are we all finite? Why do we get old and die? Is there nothing out there? Why is it so tragic? Why do our loved ones perish? Why do we generate?" Who wants to think about that stuff?

You discarded most of the lies along the way but held on to the one that said life mattered.

What do you live for? Would you die for it?

Better to suffer than to die.

If life is a performance, and I am not an actor, am I supposed to lie down and die?

In truth, we're all just pottering, filling the time that we have here, only we like to make ourselves feel bigger by compiling lists of importance.

Would it hurt to die? All those times he had thought it was about to happen and escaped, he had never really thought of the thing itself: his will to live had always been so much stronger than his fear of death.

Life is wasted in the necessary preparation of finding what is the true way, and we die just as we enter it.

The intelligence of the mind can't think of any reason to live, but it goes on anyway because the intelligence of the cells can't think of any reason to die.

There's really nothing quite like someone's wanting you dead to make you want to go on living.