Alexander Gordon Smith Quotes

And when reality goes, sanity has no reason.

We havent´s escaped from our prison, we´ve just moved into a new one. And although there are countless places to hide, there´s nowhere to run.

The world is an inferno. It will burn until every nation has fallen, until all who oppose us are dead, until people see the true light.

What if that was the fate of all of us, turned into the very basest of creatures, the very essence of evil?

Death, it doesnt seem so scarey, you know? Not when you have got the sky over you and the wind on your face.

Something in my gut twisted so hard that it felt like I was being tickled by an invisible hand, and it took me a moment to realize what it was. Hope. It had been so long since I'd felt it that the sensation was like something living inside me, something wonderful waiting to break free, just like I was.

Let's make like a hockey player and get the puck out of here.

It was terror, I realised, the kind reserved for nightmares, when your mind has no defence against the dark. It was the most primitive, most powerful emotion of all, and I had never, ever felt it like this. This wasn´t just a fear of losing my life, but a fear of losing my soul.

Don't give in, Alex, don't let them win. You beat them once and you can do it again. Don't let this place break you. Keep your mind busy, keep yourself occupied, find things to do. If you're doing things, then you still exist, right?

There always has to be someone to take the punches. That's how it works. It isn't fair, it isn't right, but that kid licking slop off the floor over there means that we get to eat in peace.

I guess a little bit hero is enough. A little bit hero is all anyone really needs to be.

Thats the best thing about endings: they have to be beginnings, too.

Yeah, save the idiots in government, definitely a priority. He didn't say it out loud, though.

Just take it from me," Donovan said. "Stay well clear of the warden. Some here think he's the devil. I don't, I don't believe in that religious talk, but I know evil when I see it. He's something rotten they dragged from the bowels of the earth, something they patched together from darkness and filth. He'll be the death of us all, every single one of us here in Furnace. Only question is when."
"I know one thing," I added. "The warden certainly brings out peoples dramatic sides."
Zee and Donovan both laughed through their noses.

But nobody can run from their own demons.

It surged inside me, setting every nerve ending alight, making me feel like I could snap my fingers and stop time, cut the stars from the heavens.

One last breath. We all have to take one eventually. It was over.

This place is full of unwritten rules.

He had always thought that hell would be hot. But here they were, right inside the mouth of it, and it was freezing.

I could accept my life ending, because there would be no more fear and no more pain. But what if death wasn´t the end? What if some part of me, my soul perhaps, lived on?

Hope-that unshakable golden belief that things can get better- is why I'm here talking to you now. Without it, we are nothing.

You don't have friends in here, you'll soon come to understand that. You get attached to someone, then you'll just lose them. They'll get shanked or they'll jump or they'll be taken one night.

All for one and let's get the hell out of here.

No, every person on this planet has darkness inside them. Buried so deep that only you know it's there when your world is coming to an end. Oh, but it's there. It's always there.

It's incredible how much stamina you can find when you're fighting and enemy in battle, even if that enemy is just in your imagination.

I'd been so set on an escape that was now impossible, and the only form of freedom left to me was death. It was a terrible kind of freedom - one from misery and pain, yes, but also one from lightness and laughter and life. It was an absence of everything.

When you're locked up in here for life, you learn to welcome the little freedoms.

And when reality denies you the tools you need for survival you grab them from wherever you can.

It's one of the things I love most about being an author - seeing the different covers from each country.

He´s been shown a world in which he was more than just a kid, more than just a victim of injustice. He´d been shown a future where he could take his revenge. I´d been there, I knew exactly how that felt.

And what could the darkness be, other than humanity? This crushing, heavy mass of people who had no legitimate right to life. How many souls lived on earth now? Six billion? Seven? All of them like insects, crawling around on their hands and knees or slaughtering one another in pursuit of scraps. They were ignorant, they were cruel, they were the night that smothered the day. They did not deserve their existence.

You don't see heroism, humanity and hope like you do in a horror story. Horror celebrates the kind of friendship that keeps you standing shoulder to shoulder with someone even when the world is falling apart around you.

Yeah, because you'll really be showing them, won't you. Talk about cutting up your wrists to spite your fate.

It alters your mind, too. Strips away all the weakness. And most people, when it comes down to it, that´s all that´s there underneath - weakness. When that´s gone, when all all the pathetic emotions are gone, all that´s left is anger, hatred. That´s what those creatures are - they´re what´s left when you take away everything human.

When you're scared - and I mean really scared, not just hearing a noise in the night, or standing toe to toe with someone twice your size who wants to pound you into the earth - it feels as if you're being injected with darkness. It's like black water as cold as ice settling in your body where your blood and marrow used to be, pushing every other feeling out as it fills you from your feet to your scalp. It leaves you with nothing.

Better to be a spirit with the earth beneath you than a corpse pinned tight by the weight of the world.

Like I've said before, so many times before, I'm not a good person, I'm not a hero. I'm a criminal, a liar, a cheat, a killer. It was them or me and I wanted to live.

Death is never the end.

Next I was plunged into a void so profound that I thought I´d gone blind.

There was only Furnace. It was our world, our grave, our hell.

As soon as reality breaks, as soon as we're separated from the phsical world, the cracks begin to appear in our minds. And through them seeps the madness that has always been there, flowing into your skull like a liquid nightmare ..

I wondered how many voices there were living in my head, and how they could all have such different opinions.

You don't have to be perfect to be good. You can do bad things and still be a good person.

Welcome home, Soldier of Furnace.

All it needed was me, and my fear. Because alone in the silence, in the unfathomable darkness, I knew that my own thoughts would drive me mad. My own mind would kill me.

The two of them holding each other, the tears flowing freely now, as if by never letting go they would never have to say goodbye.