5th Wave Quotes

And no answer when we sent our message. Something like, "Hello, welcome to Earth. Hope you enjoy your stay. Please don't kill us.

Then the door flew open and Mr. Faulks told us to head over to the gym. I thought that was really smart. Get all of us in one place so the aliens didn't have to waste a lot of ammunition.

I would kill for a cheeseburger. Honestly. If I stumbled across someone eating a cheeseburger, I would kill them for it.

Some things you can never leave behind. They don't belong to the past. They belong to you.

We’re here, and then we’re gone, and it’s not about the time we’re here, but what we do with the time.

Sometimes in my tent, late at night, I think I can hear the stars scraping against the sky.

What were they thinking? 'It's an alien apocalypse! Quick, grab the beer!

That's what you do when the curtain is falling--you give the line that the audience wants to hear.

Cruelty isn't a personality trait. Cruelty is a habit.

To hold on, you have to find something you’re willing to die for.

I had it all wrong," he says. "Before I found you, I thought the only way to hold on was to find something to live for. It isn't. To hold on, you have to find something you're willing to die for.

But if I'm it, the last of my kind, the last page of human history, like hell I'm going to let the story end this way. I may be the last one, but I am the one still standing. I am the one turning to face the faceless hunter in the woods on an abandoned highway. I am the one not running but facing. Because if I am the last one, then I am humanity. And if this is humanity's last war, then I am the battlefield.

When I cry - when I let myself cry - that's who I cry for. I don't cry for myself. I cry for the Cassie that's gone. And I wonder what that Cassie would think of me. The Cassie who kills.

You can only call someone crazy if there’s someone else who’s normal. Like good and evil. If everything was good, then nothing would be good.

I am the one, Not Running, Not Staying, But FACING

How do you rid the Earth of humans? Rid the humans of their humanity.

Sci-Fi is the genre that explored both possibilities: the end of our existential crisis and the end of our existence. My novel, The 5th Wave, explores the latter scenario, because, frankly, I believe it represents the likeliest outcome of an extraterrestrial encounter. In short, if they're out there, we better hope they never find us.

Why did they come billions of miles just to stare at us? It's rude.