Dystopian Novel Quotes

Quotes tagged as "dystopian-novel" (showing 1-21 of 21)
Hannah Heath
“[Anger] gave him the soul to keep fighting no matter how many times the world seemed bent on destroying him. He may be a broken young man, but he would never be a defeated one”
Hannah Heath, Skies of Dripping Gold

Roderick Vincent
“Nature knows no losers. Losers are extinct, overrun by evolution.”
Roderick Vincent

Rie Warren
“Shock? More like shellshock at this point. Blondie knew I was gay, yet he was a Company Exec or else he wouldn’t be here. I was his butt boy in the worst possible way.
When I squinted at him, he gave nothing up. Neither did I. I had shit on this newly minted man too.
Double fucking jeopardy, jackass.”
Rie Warren, In His Command

Roderick Vincent
“Go shout it on top of the mountain, but don't pretend the mountain is yours.”
Roderick Vincent, The Cause

Jen Naumann
“Find your lady, kid. Once you do, don’t ever let her go. Not all of us are given the chance to be with the one we love, my man.”
Jen Naumann, Shymers

Helen  Smith
“He hadn’t realized that the ordinary little things that happened, the ones that took place between the big events while waiting for something more exciting to happen – they were the most important, after all.”
Helen Smith, The Miracle Inspector

“There are people who call themselves Archivists...Back when the Hundred Committee made their selections, the Archivists knew the works that didn't get selected would become a commodity. so they saved some of them. The Archivists have illegal ports, ones they've built themselves, for storing things...”
Allie Condie

Rie Warren
“You’re an assignment, not an assignation. Soon as I get your pretty boy ass through the Wilderness and deliver you to the Outpost, you’re no more than a stain to spit-shine off my boots.”
Rie Warren, In His Command

Margaret Atwood
“In the desert there is no sign that says, 'Thou shalt not eat stones.”
Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid's Tale

John Lauricella
“He finds a basket and lays fish inside it. Charcoal is in a wooden bucket. Enrique lifts it, basket in his other hand, and moves through shadow toward daylight.

A presence makes him turn his head. He sees no one, yet someone is there.

He sets down fish and charcoal. Straightening up, Enrique slips his Bowie knife clear of its sheath. He listens, tries to sense the man’s place. This intruder lies low. Is concealed. Behind those barrels? In that corner, crouched down? Enrique shuts his eyes, holds his breath a moment and exhales, his breath’s movement the only sound, trying to feel on his skin some heat from another body.

Where?

Enrique sends his mind among barrels and sacks, under shelves, behind posts and dangling utensils. It finds no one.

He is hiding. Wants not to be found. Is afraid.

If he lies under a tarpaulin, he cannot see. To shoot blind would be foolish: likely to miss, certain to alert the others.

Enrique steps around barrels, his boots silent on packed sand. Tarps lie parallel in ten-foot lengths, their wheaten hue making them visible in the shadowed space. They are dry and hold dust. All but one lies flat.

There.

Enrique imagines how it will be. To strike through the tarp risks confusion. Its heavy canvas can deflect his blade. But his opponent will have difficulty using his weapon. He might fire point-blank into Enrique’s weight above him, bearing down. To pull the tarpaulin clear is to lose his advantage; he will see the intruder who will see him. An El Norte mercenary with automatic rifle or handheld laser can cut a man in half.

Knife in his teeth, its ivory handle smooth against lips and tongue, Enrique crouches low. Pushing hard with his legs, he dives onto the hidden shape. The man spins free as Enrique grasps, boots slipping on waxed canvas. His opponent feels slight, yet wiry strength defeats Enrique’s hold. He takes his knife in hand and rips a slit long enough to plunge an arm into his adversary’s shrouded panic. Enrique thrusts the blade’s point where he believes a throat must be. Two strong hands clamp his arm and twist against each other rapidly and hard. Pain flares across his skin. Enrique wrests his arm free and his knife flies from his grasp and disappears behind him. He clenches-up and, pivoting on his other hand, turns hard into a blind punch that smashes the hidden face.

The dust of their struggle rasps in Enrique’s throat. His intended killer sucks in a hard breath and Enrique hits him again, then again, each time turning his shoulder into the blow. The man coughs out, “Do not kill me.”

Enrique knows this voice. It is Omar the Turk. [pp. 60-61]”
John Lauricella, 2094

Roderick Vincent
“We are living in a world where moral climates have no atmosphere.”
Roderick Vincent, The Cause

Eiry Nieves
“I am shadow so I don’t have a face. I am utter darkness like the one that swells within your coldest depths. I am the ultimate judger. I am your final fate. I am the one that brings your darkness to the known.”
Eiry Nieves, The Shadowlands

Carolina Cody Aldaz
“You know what it is like to wake up in the middle of a bunch of corpses with a little girl in your arms scared to death?-Enyo”
Carolina Cody Aldaz, The Guardians of the Earth Type Planets

Carolina Cody Aldaz
“My experiment has demonstrated that people from the past can be artificially reincarnated. The purpose is so people from Twinmortal do not commit the same error that we did.-Amaranth”
Carolina Cody Aldaz, The Guardians of the Earth Type Planets

Carolina Cody Aldaz
“My purpose is to change the fact that you’re just food. If you learn the lessons well you will be able to have a happy long life. A lot of us believe that the human being deserves the opportunity and the privilege to coexist with us. That’s why we risk ourselves and make the effort to take care of you.- Átropos”
Carolina Cody Aldaz, The Guardians of the Earth Type Planets

Carolina Cody Aldaz
“We are a species born from the planet. If the machines truly want to protect the Earth type planets they must learn to take care of us too.- Sun Wukong”
Carolina Cody Aldaz, The Guardians of the Earth Type Planets

Carolina Cody Aldaz
“I was able to bring the souls from the past back to life.-Amaranth”
Carolina Cody Aldaz, The Guardians of the Earth Type Planets

J.K. Ellem
“Every future has a price.”
J.K. Ellem, Infernum: The Octagon Trilogy, Book 2

“They hurt him so bad it summoned the plague.”
Ahmed Ibrahim Ismael.

“We prostrate before Citizen One and Merciful God seven times a day, these are the teachings of our religion. We are an extremely, extremely, religious nation… in fact, to very, utmost extent of "extremely". Merciful God grants us more years, so we can live longer, breed more and eventually reach 10000 citizens…Citizen One assists. Merciful God provides us with hunger, thirst, cold, pain, wait, fear, hatred and everything that sustains our misery, Citizen One assists. Merciful God sends visitors and tree leaves from the treasury, Citizen One assists. Merciful God plants Delusion, Citizen One always assists…”
Ahmed Ibrahim Ismael.

Neda Aria
“The only and last words she remembered her mother told her before she became mute was,
“You have to remember Pollyanna. In Naraka, you can never ever trust anyone. “She sighed. One of those long sighs that would make her cough till she puked blood. Polly could recall the revolting rotten smell of blood, “no one is your friend here. Do you understand? No one” Umber blood dripping from the corner of her lips, “They might be nice to you only for the lake. This lake is like your life. You have to protect it. This is the only way you can live a long life” she spit the blood and mucus in a piece of filthy cloth.
“But mom. Why should we live a long life when it’s a very bad time to live and many bad people want to kill us?”
“Because your innocent dreams still have colors and power and we have to keep them that way”
Neda Aria