The Cicada Prophecy Quotes

“Well, if there will always be another tomorrow, doesn’t it go hand-in-hand that there was always a yesterday?” Rick suggested.”
― J.R. McLeay, The Cicada Prophecy

“Ok, let’s call a truce,” Rick said, finally surrendering the friendly banter. “What’s up—you sounded eager to talk about something?”
― J.R. McLeay, The Cicada Prophecy

“Good morning everyone,” he announced, as he strode briskly into the wood-paneled room. Each of his direct reports were dutifully assembled around a huge, glass oblong table. Surrounding them on the walls of the boardroom hung giant original expressionist paintings by various 20th century masters.”
― J.R. McLeay, The Cicada Prophecy

“That’s true,” Rick said. “The emerging spawn are indeed self-sufficient. And in fact if you look at virtually every other species of life on earth, there is a direct and close correlation between the length of time it takes to reach maturity and the subsequent longevity of the organism. Those that mature quickly lead relatively short lives. Those that mature more slowly live much longer lives. Why do you think that is the case?”
― J.R. McLeay, The Cicada Prophecy

“The anesthesiologist had a point. Magnetic resonance imaging equipment surrounding the patient’s head provided three hundred and sixty degree visibility of the entire lower brain cavity. The delicate depression known as Turk’s Saddle, which housed the pituitary gland, was clearly visible on a bank of monitors mere inches from Rick’s keenly scanning eyes. And the tiny flexible penlight snaked carefully up the boy’s left nostril into the sphenoidal sinus gave an unmistakable close-up view of the organ in question.”
― J.R. McLeay, The Cicada Prophecy

“think there’s a patient here who'd like you to stop playing God for a moment and resume your responsibility as a surgeon.” There were few people who could talk so candidly to the brilliant and celebrated Dr. Richard Ross. Harvard-educated, Professor Emeritus at NYU School of Medicine, and Surgeon-General of the United”
― J.R. McLeay, The Cicada Prophecy

“You’re going to be just fine, young man. Now that we’ve got that nasty little devil out of your system, you’re going to live a very, very long time.”
― J.R. McLeay, The Cicada Prophecy

“Mac,” Rick teased, “I know you’ve always fantasized about wielding this kind of power. You’re just ticked about having the lowly job of sedating the patient.”
― J.R. McLeay, The Cicada Prophecy

“Let’s hope all that intelligent design nonsense finally fades from public discourse,”
― J.R. McLeay, The Cicada Prophecy

“It wasn’t so long ago that the world was ruled by testosterone-charged males—I remember what angry men are capable of.” “That’s”
― J.R. McLeay, The Cicada Prophecy

“with testosterone-deprived juveniles now holding the positions of power, an unprecedented level of peace and cooperation had swept the nations of the world. ”
― J.R. McLeay, The Cicada Prophecy

“Maybe we’re just insignificant specks in a grand design after all, he thought.  No more special than the lowly roundworm, or primitive bacteria. ”
― J.R. McLeay, The Cicada Prophecy

“taught”
― J.R. McLeay, The Cicada Prophecy

“can”
― J.R. McLeay, The Cicada Prophecy