Scott Westerfeld Quotes

The world was floods above and fire below

The whole world's on fire.

Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice.

Near the gates and within two cities there will be scourges the like of which was never seen: famine within plague, people put out by steel, crying to the great immortal God for relief.

It’s the end. It’s the end of the civilization. We’re going down. No, it’s sure not too attractive. Lenticels. I just hope my kids don’t live to see the last days. The things burning and people living in cellars. Violet. The only thing worse than the thought it may all come tumbling down is the thought that we may go on like this forever.

The world is on fire.

I hear the ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppled masonry, and time one livid final flame.

Over the field rang his clear voice calling: ‘Death! Ride, ride to ruin and the world’s ending!

The whole world is a disaster waiting to happen.

All things around, convulsed with violent thunder, seem to tremble, and the mighty walls of the capacious world appear at once to have started and burst asunder.

The first angel sounded his trumpet, and there came hail and fire mixed with blood, and it was hurled down upon the earth. A third of the earth was burned up, a third of the trees were burned up, and all the green grass was burned up.

As my early drawings warned me, where humans go, lions and tidal waves follow.

Perfect order is the forerunner of perfect horror.

At forty-five degrees, the sky will burn. Fire to approach the great new city; in an instant, a great scattered flame will leap up, when one will want to get evidence from the Normans.

We imagine 'the end' as a world-devastating event, but every time there's a terrible earthquake, a tsunami, an outbreak of disease - that's apocalyptic, on a micro-scale.

I want to cause havoc. I want to cause mayhem - and I mean the worst mayhem you can see.

Could this be the Apocalypse ?

Thunder and lightning, it's like the end of the world.

End times aren't supposed to be very pretty.

The last time I saw her was red. The sky was like soup, boiling and stirring. In some places, it was burned. There were black crumbs, and pepper, streaked across the redness.

Here's the funny thing about the world coming to an end. Once it gets going, it doesn't seem to stop.

Catastrophe, riots, factories blowing up, armies in flight, flood - the ear can detect a whole apocalypse in the starry night of the human body.

This is the way the world ends; not with a bang or a whimper, but with zombies breaking down the back door.