Rick Yancey Quotes

Obviously the idea of being human is a very human idea.

What am I? Do I know? I am a man: quite simply, a 'breather.'

Our dream is to one day uncover the essence of what makes us human.

The trouble is, I just don't know if I'm too human or not human enough.

They're animals, all right. But why are you so goddam sure that makes us human beings?

Probably all the books I've ever written have been efforts to define the boundaries of humanity.

I'm a human being before anything else.

With slow-moving zombies, what always comes at stake is our humanity.

People say, like, 'Are you a regular person?' 'Well, I'm not a robot, if that's what you're asking, I really am a person.'

I am just a human being trying to make it in a world that is rapidly losing its understanding of being human.

Nothing is stranger to man than his own image.

I'm totally human.

I really like investigating the things that make us human.

Death is part of who we are. It guides us. It shapes us. It drives us to madness. Can you still be human if you have no mortal end

Harold could no longer pass a stranger without acknowledging the truth that everyone was the same, and also unique; and that this was the dilemma of being human.

Who has not asked himself at some time or other: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?

There's no victory-condition for being human.

What is man? He's just a collection of chemicals with delusions of grandeur.

What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more.

Humanity? Humanity is not concerned with us. Today anything is allowed. Anything is possible.

What a vile and abject thing is man if he do not raise himself above humanity.

I always ask myself one question: what is human? What does it mean to be human? Maybe people will consider my new films brutal again. But this violence is just a reflection of what they really are, of what is in each one of us to certain degree.

Thus play I in one person many people, And none contented: sometimes am I king; Then treasons make me wish myself a beggar, And so I am: then crushing penury Persuades me I was better when a king; Then am I king'd again: and by and by Think that I am unking'd by Bolingbroke, And straight am nothing: but whate'er I be, Nor I nor any man that but man is With nothing shall be pleased, till he be eased With being nothing.

It's only ... when we're stripped of purpose that we know who we are.

Where do we come from? What are We? Where are we going?