Hive Quotes

“«Non si deve pensare... che l'uomo sia stato il primo o che sarà l'ultimo dei padroni della Terra, o che la semplice materia vitale e sostanziale sia la sola a camminare. Gli Antichi erano, gli Antichi solo e gli Antichi saranno. Non negli spazi che noi conosciamo, ma tra di essi, loro incedono sereni e primordiali, senza dimensioni e invisibili ai nostri occhi.»”
― Tim Curran, Hive

“L'intera umanità era un insieme di mosche che vivevano nel cumulo di immondizia che loro stesse avevano creato, illudendosi, nella loro arroganza, che loro stesse, le loro creazioni, le loro credenze e le loro ambizioni fossero di una qualche validità eterna universale, quando in realtà era l'esatto contrario. C'erano entità che vivevano fuori dal tempo e dallo spazio, che facevano apparire l'umanità molle e strisciante al confronto.”
― Tim Curran, Hive

“He ain’t bloody human, he’s half-penguin and half-billy goat.” All”
― Tim Curran, Hive

“Sometimes it seems that the dreams themselves are nothing but the memories of this stark continent left lying around for men to remember and tremble over.” But”
― Tim Curran, Hive

“We did not wait around. That thing was coming for us and we knew it. It would punish us. It would kill us. It would make us part of it.”
― Tim Curran, Hive

“They were alien, ghastly, utter abominations. But as scientists, we could not leave them be. Curiosity, the bane of our existence, demanded that we examine them.”
― Tim Curran, Hive

“No, those bas-reliefs were not beautiful. They were not the works of a race with poetry and romance in their souls. They were stark, alien, and execrable. The artwork of spiders or centipedes. But”
― Tim Curran, Hive

“spring there won’t be any men left down here, only things that look like men with poisoned alien minds…”
― Tim Curran, Hive

“The Shoggoth seemed to be expanding, inflating, a hideous steaming oven of flesh, a spontaneous combustion of sluicing, breathing tissue. It threw out limbs—pink-suckered tentacles and scaly crab claws, the spurred legs of a climbing insect and countless vermiform limbs like immense writhing pale earthworms. Its mass burst open with seeping pustules that were eyes and then mouths howling like hurricane winds. It gushed a river of foul green jelly and sprouted a thousand wavering tendrils that were seamless and transparent like tentacles of glass, then sucked them back in as easily as a man sucks in air.”
― Tim Curran, Hive

“Given time, even grand revelations became mundane. You made some discovery that will alter our view of who and what we are? It might change civilization as we know it? No shit? Ain’t that something. You wanna hear something better? Word has it a couple of the techies over at the Drill Tower are doing some drilling of a more intimate nature, you catch my drift, sunshine.”
― Tim Curran, Hive

“Oh, we are thawing our friend here, boys, but it won’t be by accident. And don’t worry, this creature has been dead a long, long time.” “Famous last words,” Hayes said and they all had a laugh over that. Except Lind.”
― Tim Curran, Hive

“To know that you, your entire species were manufactured to a common end, livestock to be harvested, an organic technology to be exploited until it was milked dry and obsolete. That your society and all societies, the very culture of man was more or less synthetic. That even your mighty gods and great religions were but distorted ancestral memories and archetypes based upon sentient, primordial horrors out of time and space.”
― Tim Curran, Hive

“Though he could not honestly believe in some invisible, mythical god, he could understand religion now. He could understand that it was a security blanket men wrapped around themselves. Maybe it was dark and close under that blanket and you couldn’t see more than a few inches in any direction, but it was safe. God created Heaven and Earth. There was a serenity to that, now wasn’t there? It was simple and reassuring. And if religion was indeed a sheltering blanket, then science was the cold hand which yanked it away, showing man his ultimate insignificance in the greater scheme of things, the truth about his origins and destiny.”
― Tim Curran, Hive

“I am your soul and I am beautiful, I am a lover’s sonnet and silver rain, now destroy me…if you love me, destroy me.”
― Tim Curran, Hive

“He imagined the world without men. Cities would be reclaimed by nature and overgrown until, hundreds of years hence, they would look much like the mysterious ruins sticking out of the jungles of Asia and South America. Ruins, relics, no more. He honestly did not believe the entire race would be exterminated, just the lion’s share. What was left would be very little different from Neolithic man—hunters and scavengers. Beasts that would rob from each other, rape, murder, and hunt each other down as prey. Essentially, what men were now, but without anything but the most rudimentary tribal traditions to support them and absolutely no laws to prevent them from acting like the slavering beasts they indeed were. Hunters and killers, apex predators that would abandon their churches to worship in the forest and give praise to the cycles of the moon. Given time, things like ethics and morality and even higher culture itself would be forgotten.”
― Tim Curran, Hive