Wayward Quotes

“Never assume you know where someone else is coming from.”
― Blake Crouch, Wayward

“YESTERDAY IS HISTORY. TOMORROW IS A MYSTERY. TODAY IS A GIFT. THAT’S WHY IT’S CALLED THE PRESENT. WORK HARD, BE HAPPY, AND ENJOY YOUR LIFE IN WAYWARD PINES!”
― Blake Crouch, Wayward

“midmorning. The sky steel blue and not a cloud in sight. His perch was atop a thirty-foot guard tower that had been built on the rocky pinnacle of a mountain, far above the timberline. From the open platform, he had a panoramic view of the surrounding peaks, the canyon, the forest, and the town of Wayward Pines, which from four thousand feet above, was little more than a grid of intersecting streets, couched in a protected valley. His radio squeaked. He answered, “Mustin, over.” “Just had a fence strike in zone four, over.” “Stand by.”
― Blake Crouch, Wayward

“deflating. Then empty. His diaphragm relaxed. He counted to three and squeezed the trigger. The British-made AWM bucked hard against his shoulder, the report dampened by the suppressor. Recovering from the recoil, he found his target in the sphere of magnification, still crouched on a flat-topped boulder on the floor of the canyon. Damn. He’d missed. It was a longer shot than he normally took, and so many”
― Blake Crouch, Wayward

“The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.”
― Blake Crouch, Wayward

“In some environments, safety and truth are natural born enemies. I would think a former employee of the federal government could grasp that concept.”
― Blake Crouch, Wayward

“A millennium without air or light pollution made for pitch-black skies. The stars didn’t just appear anymore. They exploded. Diamonds on black velvet. You couldn’t tear your eyes away.”
― Blake Crouch, Wayward

“If I wanted to bring you down, David, I could’ve done that months ago.” “If I wanted you dead, Agent Hassler—you and everyone you love—there is nothing in the world stopping me from making that happen. Not from prison. Not from the grave.” “So we’ve established trust,” Hassler said. “Perhaps. Or at the very least, assured mutual destruction.” “No difference in my book.”
― Blake Crouch, Wayward

“pausing as the first radials of sunlight struck its translucent skin. Its progression down through the boulder field had been slow and careful, stopping occasionally to sniff the remains of others like it. Others Mustin”
― Blake Crouch, Wayward

“In some environments, safety and truth are natural born enemies.”
― Blake Crouch, Wayward

“All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts.”
― Blake Crouch, Wayward

“Before I built a wall I’d ask to know what I was walling in, or walling out.’ Robert Frost wrote that.”
― Blake Crouch, Wayward

“The endorphin kick from the ping of a received text or a new e-mail.”
― Blake Crouch, Wayward

“There are no rights anymore. No laws. Just force and fear.”
― Blake Crouch, Wayward

“We’re a part of something here, Mr. Burke. Something that matters. All of us.” “Here’s the thing, Marcus, and I don’t want you to ever forget it. Nobody fucking asked me or anyone in that valley if we wanted to be a part of this.”
― Blake Crouch, Wayward

“If you look out at nature, you find that as you tend to see suspended animation, you tend to see immortality. GIST)”
― Blake Crouch, Wayward

“For every perfect little town, there’s something ugly underneath. No dream without the nightmare.”
― Blake Crouch, Wayward: Wayward Pines: 2

“I’m done living in a town where my son goes to school and I can’t know what he’s being taught. Do you know what they’re teaching him?” “No.” “And you’re fine with that?” “Of course not.” “So fucking do something about it.”
― Blake Crouch, Wayward: Wayward Pines: 2

“Ethan didn’t miss those things. Didn’t wish that his son was growing up in a world where people stared at screens all day. Where communication had devolved into the tapping of tiny letters and humanity lived by and large for the endorphin kick from the ping of a received text or a new email.”
― Blake Crouch, Wayward: Wayward Pines: 2

“If you look out at nature, you find that as you tend to see suspended animation, you tend to see immortality. —Mark Roth, PhD (Cell Biologist)”
― Blake Crouch, Wayward: Wayward Pines: 2

“Have I ever done or said anything that would lead you to believe I would allow you to take my daughter away from me?”
― Blake Crouch, Wayward

“Ethan had been noticing it more and more—when the sun went behind the mountains, the cold sank almost instantly into town. An aggressiveness to the onset, which he found disturbing.”
― Blake Crouch, Wayward

“Some people, by nature, were better at surface conversation than others. Better at walking the line, steering clear of forbidden topics.”
― Blake Crouch, Wayward

“It was the fakeness that killed her. The forced conversations about the weather. About the latest crop from the gardens. Why the milk was late. About everything surface and nothing real.”
― Blake Crouch, Wayward

“You made it past the fence, didn’t you? What did you see? What turned you into a true believer? I hear there are demons on the other side, but that’s just a fairytale, right?”
― Blake Crouch, Wayward

“Twenty-five-foot steel pylons spaced seventy-five feet apart. Bundles of conductors stretched between them, separated every ten feet with spacers. The cables an inch thick, studded with spikes and enwrapped with razor wire.”
― Blake Crouch, Wayward

“Damn. He’d missed. It was a longer shot than he normally took, and so many variables in play, even under perfect conditions. Barometric pressure. Humidity. Air density. Barrel temperature. Even Coriolis effect—the rotation of the earth.”
― Blake Crouch, Wayward

“And recently, scientists from West Chester University successfully revived bacteria that had been trapped for 250 million years inside salt crystals, deep underground.”
― Blake Crouch, Wayward

“So we’ve established trust,” Hassler said. “Perhaps. Or at the very least, assured mutual destruction.” “No difference in my book.”
― Blake Crouch, Wayward

“Then he smiled straight up at the ceiling and raised his middle finger.”
― Blake Crouch, Wayward