Panic Quotes

“the truth was that keeping up with the various ways people around the world managed to kill each other, or worrying about whatever invisible menace was threatening some aspect of her way of life just made her feel sad and helpless. Now,”
― K.R. Griffiths, Panic

“crippled the town, the primary symptom was chaos. They were pure primitives, moving and striking without thought or strategy. Michael could not believe that now they might be waiting patiently for him, luring him out into a trap. No, they were mindless savages,”
― K.R. Griffiths, Panic

“people that chased him. Eventually, surely, they would be pulled away toward other, more interesting prey, and he could think about exiting the station, and the town, and just how he was going to get to Aberystwyth before the infection reached it. There was no time for”
― K.R. Griffiths, Panic

“thousand Craig Haycocks had been unleashed on St. Davids. An army of men, women and children reduced to insane savagery.”
― K.R. Griffiths, Panic

“metal against her sweating palm feeding her courage, she reached the door and stopped, listening intently. She heard a click, something she couldn't”
― K.R. Griffiths, Panic

“she began to understand that life is like a fire: comforting, warming, nurturing, and ready to burn the instant you let your attention drift.”
― K.R. Griffiths, Panic

“From a distance, even the most violent events in nature can seem innocuous and easily overlooked. Thousands of feet above the Earth, viewed from tiny cabin windows, even the mightiest river – all that tumultuous and chaotic force – becomes just another blue scratch on the land below. The collapse of a star, an explosion a billion miles wide, wreaking havoc on an entire galaxy, becomes just a pin prick of light in the night sky. Had a casual observer been scanning that same night sky on the morning it began the falling object would most likely have been overlooked. From a distance, the tiny object made its way serenely and”
― K.R. Griffiths, Panic

“Rachel released her grip on the handle of her suitcase (trolley-style, thank God, given the weight of the thing) and fished around her pockets for her cigarettes and a lighter. Lighting up, she inhaled deeply, and allowed the hit of the nicotine to calm her down. Four hours on crowded trains with no chance to smoke had left her frazzled. For a few moments she savoured the smoke, banishing the freezing cold to the back of her mind. This may very well be her last chance to have a cigarette for two days: Her mother had no idea that Rachel had become addicted to what she called the 'foul weed' during her years at university and, for both their sakes, Rachel intended to keep it that way. As a result, trips home to visit the folks quickly became fraught affairs, as withdrawal made Rachel snappy and edgy. She'd often considered the various ways she might be able to slip away for a crafty smoke, but in the end had never tried.”
― K.R. Griffiths, Panic

“A giant gleaming Tesco supermarket had opened a few months previously, and, as is the way with these out-of-town monoliths, it exerted a gravitational pill that could be felt for many miles. Buy one get one free is, after all, hard to resist.”
― K.R. Griffiths, Panic

“Rachel pursed her lips, and Michael noticed two things: firstly that the poor girl was close to hysteria and doing a good job of keeping a lid on it; and secondly that she had the same steely not-to-be-fucked-with eyes as her mother. Looking at her, at the mental toughness written on her face, he thought he could understand why she had made it through Hell that day.”
― K.R. Griffiths, Panic