The Fall (The Strain Trilogy) Quotes

Any legend, any creature, any symbol we ever stumble on, already exists in a vast cosmic reservoir where archetypes wait. Shapes looming outside our Platonic cave. We naturally believe ourselves clever and wise, so advanced, and those who came before us so naïve and simple… when all we truly do is echo the order of the universe, as it guides us…

What is life, in the end, but a series of small victories and larger failures?

We, the over-class, have taken those basic human drives and advanced our own selves through their exploitation. We have monetized human consumption, manipulated morals and laws to direct the masses by fear or hatred, and, in doing so, have managed to create a system of wealth and remuneration that has concentrated the vast majority of the world’s wealth in the hands of a select few.

We always know. We don’t discover, we don’t learn. We just remember things that we have forgotten…

There’s something about maternal love — it might just be the strongest human spiritual bond there is.

There are men who bloom in chaos. You call them heroes or villains, depending on which side wins the war, but until the battle call they are but normal men who long for action, who lust for the opportunity to throw off the routine of their normal lives like a cocoon and come into their own. They sense a destiny larger than themselves, but only when structures collapse around them do these men become warriors.

The undead returning for their Dear Ones. Human love corrupted into vampiric need.

Sometimes the most difficult decision is to not martyr yourself for someone, but instead to choose to live for them.

Power revealed is power sacrificed. The truly powerful exert their influence in ways unseen, unfelt. Some would say that a thing visible is a thing vulnerable.

One must always name a weapon. You cannot trust that which you cannot call by name.

One carries the sins of his forebears as one carries their features in his face. One bears their blood, and their honor or their blight.

Life is madness. And so is love.