Invasion Quotes

“Thirty, forty miles?”  “Well,” said Lila, verbally pouting. “I guess we’d better settle in for a long trip.”  She pushed her body even harder against Raj, then glared at the side of her father’s head. Lila and Trevor got along with Meyer, but they were still teenagers. Piper, recently a teen herself, tried to understand, but often there was no use. Somewhere around your twenty-second birthday, teenagers started sounding like melodramatic idiots no matter what you did.  “That’s another reason to get a hotel room,” Piper said. “They might let planes fly again. We can take the Gulfstream.”
― Sean Platt, Invasion

“income. Because I want to not do what he says and make my own schedule. What’s the big deal, Meyer? You’ll be back.” Meyer had walked to the window and was looking out across Central Park. The weather was pleasant, and he considered going out onto the porch, but the wind looked rough. The roof terrace would be better, but not by much. That was the problem with tall buildings. You got a great view for an exorbitant price, but it’s like architects forgot how quickly the weather changed as you climbed higher in the air. He took a beat before replying. He didn’t want to admit how much he’d been looking forward to seeing her. Besides, telling Heather”
― Sean Platt, Invasion

“slowly. They followed the crowd like a river. Then, with an exhale of relief, they found themselves free, to the side of the road, safe to dart back through the noise barrier as soon as they found Trevor and Piper. “Dad!” Meyer looked up to see Trevor running at them. His eyes flicked to Raj, who was dirty and smudged with what might have been someone else’s blood, and at Lila, who seemed knocked about but unhurt. Meyer swept Trevor forward, shepherding the three of them like sheep”
― Sean Platt, Invasion

“open. The two other men ran out, the blond’s hair in corkscrews. He looked lost, baffled by the wreck at the bottom of the incline. But the other —the one with the buzz cut —didn’t look lost at all. He looked like he knew exactly what was happening, angry as a kicked nest of wasps. His head ticked toward Lila. She slunk back, hopefully out of sight. She had no idea if he’d seen her, and couldn’t peek to check. Lila was blind. And he might be coming after her. She had to stay frozen, waiting to be taken like prey.”
― Sean Platt, Invasion

“Day One, Morning  The Dempsey Penthouse, New York On the morning the ships came, Meyer Dempsey found himself preoccupied with drugs, sex, and business. It would have been hard to believe that just six days later, only one of the three would seem to matter.  “You’re not listening to me, Heather,” he said into the phone. “I’m going to be in LA from Friday to Tuesday. I’ve already booked time with the studio on Monday. The whole reason I’m coming early is—”  Heather cut him off, probably to feed her need for a zinger more than a reply that couldn’t wait. Heather was always “on,” never really able to take a break and just be a person for once. It was one of the reasons they hadn’t been able to stay married. It was like living with a jester.  “Because you want to do the Walk”
― Sean Platt, Invasion

“filibustering, and”
― Sean Platt, Invasion

“They have insurance, and my insurance has been ripping me off for years. I owe them one.”  “How do you know it’s the same insurance company?” said Lila.  “They’re all owned by Satan. Let’s go.”
― Sean Platt, Invasion

“Aliens were coming, but men never really stopped being rapey. If the aliens had already landed those big balls somewhere and were marching forward with their ray guns up and that same guy tried to knock Heather clear of the blast, she’d still probably worry about his dick.”
― Sean Platt, Invasion

“Aliens were coming, but men never really stopped being rapey.”
― Sean Platt, Invasion

“sex, and business. It would have been hard to believe that just six days later, only one of the three would seem to matter. “You’re not listening to me, Heather,” he said into the phone. “I’m going to be in LA from Friday to Tuesday. I’ve already booked time with the studio on Monday. The whole reason I’m coming early is—” Heather cut him off, probably to feed her need for a zinger more than a reply that couldn’t wait. Heather was always “on,” never really able to take a break and just be a person for once. It was”
― Sean Platt, Invasion

“powder-blue tux that smelled like cats had peed on it. Or were still peeing on it, like it had hidden compartments in the tux for urinating cats to do their thing. He was a total dork, but I gave him head afterward anyway, because, you know, everyone does that at their senior Other One. Because you only get one chance. Well … except for the other Other One.” “Are you finished?” “I wouldn’t ask Lila”
― Sean Platt, Invasion

“wait for the burst of mental expansion that always followed a ceremony … and yeah, that sucked. But what the hell—ayahuasca wasn’t the kind of thing you got addicted to. And he could certainly afford it. Not seeing Heather felt like the bigger hit. He hated to admit how much he missed her. Of course he loved Piper, but if there were such things as soul mates, Heather was his. Too bad she was so goddamned annoying. “I can also meet you in Vail,”
― Sean Platt, Invasion

“wit had made her career, and it’s what had attracted him to her in the first place. He still loved Heather plenty, but too often she seemed incapable of having an adult conversation. “Do you want me to get the school calendar? I know what the ‘things’ are. Lila’s is a dance. Not prom. The other one.” “Oh, ‘the other one.’ I remember my Other One. I wore pink chiffon. My date was Jimmy Breslin, and he could only get this powder-blue tux that smelled like cats had peed on it. Or were still peeing on it, like it had hidden compartments in the tux for urinating cats to do their thing. He was a total dork, but I gave him”
― Sean Platt, Invasion

“Heather? The 17th through 19th?” For a moment, Meyer thought the connection had broken. He shook his phone and was moments from tapping its surface to end the call and try again when he heard her voice: small, distant, and chillingly cold. “Meyer,” she said. “Are those dates still clear for you? Into LAX. I can get flights that arrive most of the day, but afternoon arrivals work best for me unless I have someone take them to the airport. I’d rather do it myself, though.” Heather said nothing. In the distance, Meyer could hear her television. That was another thing about living with Heather that had annoyed him to no end: the woman couldn’t abide silence. She always had noise on, and fell asleep with the TV blazing. “Heather?” “Meyer. Turn on the news.”
― Sean Platt, Invasion

“Meyer had walked to the window and was looking out across Central Park. The weather was pleasant, and he considered going out onto the porch, but the wind looked rough. The roof terrace would be better, but not by much. That was the problem with tall buildings. You got a great view for an exorbitant price, but it’s like architects forgot how quickly the weather changed as you climbed higher in the air. He took a beat before replying. He didn’t want to admit how much he’d been looking forward to seeing her. Besides, telling Heather about the ayahuasca ceremony he’d already booked with the shaman (and paid for in full) seemed like a jinx. You weren’t supposed to plan surprises for your ex-wife —even drug-related surprises. They both understood that, but the way Meyer sneaked around behind Piper’s back made both him and Heather feel guilty.”
― Sean Platt, Invasion

“because now we have perspective. When we first wrote the book you just read, we had only an inkling. As I write this, halfway into the rough draft of the third book, the big story we wanted to tell is filling out and taking shape. It’s hitting all of the big, cool issues we wanted to hit with our alien invasion series, and hitting them in what might be called the “traditional” way. Meaning: with aliens. See, Invasion got a great reception right off the bat. But among reviews, discussions, and casual comments with our core group of ideal readers, there was one thing that many people mentioned: the ending.”
― Sean Platt, Invasion

“Eventually, traffic thinned enough to jockey back onto the highway. Meyer kept going, always staying in the right lane and keeping an eye on the berm to keep a lane of escape available. But luck stuck to them, and once past the outermost of Chicago’s sprawl, roads became rural. Lila’s father handed the paper maps to Piper, who proved an adept navigator. She led them onto forgotten roads, reasoning that the more they avoided people, the better. The gas gauge was the only barometer in need of watching, and until it started to creep down near a quarter, they’d stay out in the backwoods, pretending humanity was already gone.”
― Sean Platt, Invasion

“If it’s not finished in two months, I’m going to hang myself.”
― Sean Platt, Invasion

“Oh, ‘the other one.’ I remember my Other One. I wore pink chiffon.”
― Sean Platt, Invasion

“How far away was the horizon in flat land? She had no idea — and, being a child of the Internet, felt helpless with no way to Google the answer. Maybe fifty miles? Maybe less?”
― Sean Platt, Invasion

“It meant a lot of driving through nothingness, and sometimes all that prickled the radio dial were low-wattage religious broadcasts: preachers who thought the aliens were Jesus coming home, or that they carried the wrath of God in their round ships’ bellies.”
― Sean Platt, Invasion

“She’d grown up in a connected world, where you could learn just about anything about anywhere at any time. Having no news of New York — or anywhere — for long stretches of time unsettled her to the core.”
― Sean Platt, Invasion

“But the bubble had popped. The first person had disobeyed, and one by one those around them had realized their security was thin gauze atop a gushing cut.”
― Sean Platt, Invasion

“A person, it seemed, could get used to anything in time.”
― Sean Platt, Invasion

“Axis Mundi”
― Sean Platt, Invasion

“I’m writing this note to you from the future. Not the not-too-distant future as portrayed in the world of Invasion, but the real future.”
― Sean Platt, Invasion

“Piper hadn’t seen V as described by Heather, but she’d seen another of Meyer’s favorites: a rather violent film called District 9. Those aliens had basically run out of intergalactic gas and parked their ship above Johannesburg. Maybe this was like that.”
― Sean Platt, Invasion

“his stepmother was merely playing with firearms in clear defiance of everything everyone has ever been told by the NRA”
― Sean Platt, Invasion

“family out there to make it their new primary residence. Because something was on the horizon. He felt surer as weeks became months. Every day without”
― Sean Platt, Invasion