Mutants Quotes

“Making people change because you can’t deal with who they are isn’t how it’s supposed to be done. What needs to be done is for people to pull their heads out of their asses. You say ‘cure.’ I hear ‘you’re not human enough.”
― John Scalzi, Lock In

“Now, looking for labels, it is hard to call the Hell's Angels anything but mutants. They are urban outlaws with a rural ethic and a new, improvised style of self-preservation. Their image of themselves derives mainly from Celluloid, from the Western movies and two-fisted TV shows that have taught them most of what they know about the society they live in. Very few read books, and in most cases their formal education ended at fifteen or sixteen. What little they know of history has come from the mass media, beginning with comics ... so if they see themselves in terms of the past, it's because they can't grasp the terms of the present, much less the future. They are the sons of poor men and drifters, losers and the sons of losers. Their backgrounds are overwhelmingly ordinary. As people, they are like millions of other people. But in their collective identity they have a peculiar fascination so obvious that even the press has recognized it, although not without cynicism. In its ritual flirtation with reality the press has viewed the Angels with a mixture of awe, humor and terror -- justified, as always, by a slavish dedication to the public appetite, which most journalists find so puzzling and contemptible that they have long since abandoned the task of understanding it to a handful of poll-takers and "experts.”
― Hunter S. Thompson, Hell's Angels

“The fear is strong in citizens of the Planetary Council, a population that is scattered throughout the earth in various self-sufficient Mega Cities like this one.
The young woman takes a quick peek down at her hand. The black ball holding the valuable data is so inconspicuous, but so blatantly dangerous. It is the information she needs to get her family out of the Point. The day of escape is coming.”
― Julian Fernandes, Point Mega

“It's the first day of the Kingdom's centennial celebration, the day of the Grease Games. Today a new mutant is created, born into a new life. The pressure to win weighs heavily on Tif's shoulders, but she must stay focused. Her eyes are peeled while she waits for the announcer's arrival.”
― Christian Terry, Short Tales from Earth's Final Chapter: Book 2

“Grant is going to be killed by pirates.
He assumed dehydration, starvation, or drowning would do him in, but no. It's pirates. They stare down at him and his little piece of driftwood from their big, fancy ship, and he wonders if one of them would be kind enough to shoot him. He wonders if a bullet would be enough.”
― Jackary Salem, Winning Collection 2020

“The gravity of our situation isn't lost on me, but I stall for a few more moments. No one will like what I have to say.
Our island is self-sufficient alright. Except for the threads of kelp we use to make súgán, rope that makes the trambles that we desperately need to catch fish. The long-stranded kelp comes from a dangerous, forbidden place below the island, a land belonging to no one that is situated between us and an enemy tribe, a tribe of fish people known as Iasc. As such, for lack of a better name, my people call the almost mythical area, as none of us has laid eyes on it, the Between.”
― Victoria Clapton, Winning Collection 2020

“I look up to discover a large, brown owl with three eyes glaring at me, waiting for my demise, I suspect.”
― Victoria Clapton, Winning Collection 2020

“We had seen the mutants -- and they were us.”
― Siddhartha Mukherjee, The Gene: An Intimate History

“Crager hold the key to our city's survival. Ensign, I know you've never been tested out in the field. We need a sample. He's a monster, son. Something morphed and mutated. He's a nomad running amok in the world with nothing tethering him to civilization. It's asking a lot, but we need you.”
― Kenneth C. Brown, Nomad's Pursuit: Into The Savage Book 1

“IT IS SAID that time is unrelated to everything else. It goes on and on, unnoticing of our actions, our falls, our triumphs. Who’s to care then, if time does not remember us? It flies by, fleeting, inattentive and disinterested in any occupants of this earth. What are we, then, if time thinks so little of everyone it passes? Time is truly apathetic to the many to whom a little empathy would mean so much.
~April~
Disarming Reign of Blood”
― Alexia Purdy, Disarming

“The food is ready,” Zil announced to loud cheers.
“But we have something more important to do, first, before we can eat.”
Groans.
“We have to carry out some justice.”
That earned a silent stare until Turk and Hank started raising their hands and yelling, showing the crowd how to act.
“This mutant, this nonhuman scum here, this freak Hunter…” Zil pointed, arm stretched out, at his captive. “This chud deliberately murdered my best friend, Harry.”
“Na troo,” Hunter said. His mouth still didn’t work right. Brain damage, Zil supposed, from the little knock on his head. Half of Hunter’s face drooped like it wasn’t quite attached right. It made it easier for the crowd of kids to sneer at him, and Hunter, yelling in his drooling retard voice, wasn’t helping his case.
“He’s a killer!” Zil cried suddenly, smacking his fist into his palm.
“A freak! A mutant!” he cried. “And we know what they’re like, right? They always have enough food. They run everything. They’re in charge and we’re all starving. Is that some kind of coincidence? No way.”
“Na troo,” Hunter moaned again.
“Take him!” Zil cried to Antoine and Hank. “Take him, the murdering mutant scum!”
They seized Hunter by the arms. He could walk, but only by dragging one leg. They half carried, half marched him across the plaza. They dragged him up the church steps.
“Now,” Zil said, “here is how we’re going to do this.” He waved his hand toward the rope that Lance was unspooling back through the plaza.
An expectant pause. A dangerous, giddy feeling. The smell of the meat had them all crazy. Zil could feel it.
“You all want some of this delicious venison?”
They roared their assent.
“Then you’ll all grab on to the rope.”
― Michael Grant, Hunger

“Xavier: I swore long ago that I would see no more X-men die. If Magneto's is the only means to that end...then so be it.
Scott: I won't accept that, Charles. Granted, times are tough for us and they'll probably get a lot worse. Granted, we probably could conquer the world--though the cost in blood would be staggering. But don't you see-either of you- we're human, too! A different branch, perhaps, but the same basic tree! Such a fundamental shift in attitude can't be imposed-to have any meaning, it must grow from within. You brought us together to fulfill a dream, Charles- one born out of hope and the noblest of human aspirations- and we've sweated and bled, and some of us have died, to make it a reality. I'm not prepared to give up. The means are as important as the ends- we have to do this right or not at all. Anything less negates every belief we've ever had, every sacrifice we've ever made.”
― Chris Claremont, The Uncanny X-Men: God Loves, Man Kills

“The Haunting ensures the current state of Dy5topia―a nightmarish world where terrified 'Creeple' nervously travel through an ever-changing, phantasmagorical land filled with Mutants, Robots, unDead, Specters, Beasts, Landscape-lifeforms, and Others. With these things in mind, consider yourself cordially invited to enter the regions of Chet Zar’s Dark Universe!”
― Mike Correll, DY5TOPIA: A Field Guide to the Dark Universe of Chet Zar

“I think the government is going to keep the country open regardless of how many people COVID-19 puts in hospital. It seems they have lost the battle with the mutants!”
― Steven Magee

“Lawrence pulled his gun from its holster. “I’ve got fifteen rounds to help you live out this fantasy, Becker. Then you’re on your own.”
― Christopher Hobson, Freakland City: A Post-Apocalyptic Mutant Masquerade

“Crager hold the key to our city's survival. Ensign, I know you've never been tested out in the field. We need a sample. He's a monster, son. Something morphed and mutated. He's a nomad running amok in the world with nothing tethering him to civilization. It's asking a lot, but we need you."
Grayson heard his mother's voice”
― Kenneth C. Brown, Nomad's Pursuit: Into The Savage Book 1

“In their day to day lives apprentices were always under pressure to remain discreet, concealing their true nature from the civilians around them. It was heady to be plunged into a situation where everyone knew the truth of matters and there was no need to hide.”
― Daniel O'Malley, Blitz

“Not many people traveled this close to the Blackened Forest—a vast swath of the Rockies where the trees were black as soot and hard as stone, petrified for all eternity, frozen in time—but those that did were precisely the kind you’d expect in this hostile world: calloused, alone, and harboring a death wish. Most importantly, however, it was home to dozens of contract Slayer teams, one of which she was here to find.”
― Aaron J Webber

“We are all mutants of sanity.”
― Anthony T. Hincks