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All it took was a lot of seemingly decent people to put the wrong person in power and then fall under their spell. Troy

Evan Price is not a man to be questioned. He is a man who will question you.

You're the worst human I've ever met,

It has been estimated that anywhere from 10% to 40% of internet activity is related to porn.

That this silo operated by the same deceit should not be surprising; it was the only way such men knew how to run anything.

It was supposed to be people who died and cultures that lasted. Now it was the other way around.

The world around him had gone brown. Brown grass and gray skies. No green. No blue. No life.

Better to go out to see the world one time with his own eyes, than to be burned alive with the plastic curtains.

We should use all the tools the gods gave us," Juliette said. "Except for the one you wield, this power to make others fear.

There was no going back. Apologies weren't welds; they were just an admission that something had been broken. Often between two people.

We are born, we are shadows, we cast shadows of own, and then we are gone. All anyone can hope for is to be remembered two shadows deep.

Our actions, you know? They last forever. Whatever we do, it'll always be what we did. There's no taking them back.

Another thing I noticed was how quickly the human brain paired causal events. "A" leads to "B." We love to make that link, however tenuous.

I like to think of my good decisions today as investments in my future self.

You could mix the known, but you couldn't create the strange out of nothing.

Men wrestle with the things they cannot change, and they ignore those that might bend to some economy of effort.

And how much simpler things would be, how much better for us all, if we had people brave enough to do what was right, instead.

The goal will be to hit IT and contain it. Bernard

Elise asked what nostalgic meant, and Jewel said, It's where you think the past was better than it really was, only because the present sucks so bad.

His impatience for sleep often frightened that very sleep away.

In every wreck and crash, there is some unseen man rubbing his hands with thoughts of tidy profits.

I'm sorry." Two words that I used to choke on when I was younger, that I only now know the value of, the true worth, and how good they feel to say.

She was desperate for contact, and this stranger was the only person she knew little enough to want it from.

the absurdity of a smoking skyscraper.

One of the things she loved about having [him] around was that his thoughts could be so black as to make hers shine gray.

We weren't supposed to live like this.

You die a little inside every time you have joyless sex. Neurons prune back. The good in there withers. And some things never grow back.

Thurman raised an eyebrow.

No fear. Now is for laughing. The truth is a joke and they're good in Supply.

The dreaded cry of "reboot," which is to say we have no clue and hopefully the issue will sort itself if we start over, if we clear the cache.

To impatient youth, all things took for ever and any kind of waiting was torture. Pg. 221

Each touch of dust on the clouding lenses was a violation, a dirty man touching something pure.

My life is too tight, he wanted to say. My skin is too tight. The walls are too tight.

Love comes as fast as shrapnel in the trenches. It's indiscriminate. It gets whoever's closest.

And one day, my love, you will know it, too.

One of the many things that surprised me about 'Wool' is how many of its fans don't consider themselves science fiction readers.

The fanciful imagination of authors, a class done away with for all the trouble they inspired.

That's the problem with the truth," Darcy said. "Liars and honest men both claim to have it.

Even the fear of death is barely enough to counter this compulsion of ours.

Maybe the kinds of people who try to shape the world feel like they're smarter than chaos itself.

A few lines to spell a man's doom.

Here was where she had learned this skill all those years ago, where she had learned how good it felt to run away.

Heroes didn't win. The heroes were whoever happened to win. History told their story
the dead didn't say a word. All of it was bullshit.

It hit her like a loved one turning his back while she was falling, like some great bond that wasn't simply taken away but never truly existed.

You laughed either to keep yourself sane or because you'd given up on staying that way. Either way, you laughed.

Generations of people staying close to home, there for each other, doing what they knew best, enjoying being a burden to each other.

Dust rained in the halls of Mechanical; it shivered free from the violence of the digging.

No more than what we need,

This is not the end, of course. Every story we read, every film we watch, continues in our imagination if we allow it.

Sleep was a vehicle for passing the time, for avoiding the present. It was a trolley for the depressed, the impatient, and the dying.

I think that, with a lot of art, you just have to be bad at it a long time before the magic happens.

She came alive as one returns from sleep. Alive but different. An empty husk capable of thought, of hearing, of processing. Of wanting men dead.

Knowledge that I might be necessary, but that we shouldn't be proud that I was necessary.

Why don't we approach literature like we approach music and the fine arts?

A fire. An office fire.

the machines slowly rebuilding with recent history, having been wiped completely during the uprising. Access

It was a sad loss, this illusion of importance, a humbling blow.

The Tragic Historye of Romeus and Juliette

All that remained was the curiosity of it all. The wonder of the outside world beyond the veil of lies.

While he lived on and on, freezing and thawing, these mortals went through routines, lived and died, unaware that he even existed. 'It's

Stay healthy is not a slippery slope toward unhealthy

He continued to see inevitable events from the past as avoidable, long after they'd taken their course.

Sometimes a thing needed opening before closure was found.

Sleep looked so much like death, he saw. Every night people perished, if but for a moment.

There were certain things, learned so young and remembered so deep that they felt like little stones in the center of her mind.

The talk wasn't necessary. They could just be.

I'm coming for you. I'm coming home, and I'm coming to clean.

No good coming from the truth? Knowing the truth is always good. And better that it's us discovering it than someone else, right?

The point of the silo was for the people to keep the machines running, when Jahns had always, her entire long life, seen it the other way around.

That secret was a powerful drug.

The mind rejects the very things worth knowing.

I've been married more to his ghost than to him.

Water," he said, licking his lips. She patted his shoulder. "I'll be right back.

I'm coming for you. I'm coming home, I'm coming to clean

Here, kids celebrated whoever got away with the worst behavior while shunning anyone attempting to do the right thing.

Life is capricious and cruel and totally fucking random and there is no hope of finding meaning in a nightmare.

It was the hubris of each generation to think this anew, to think that their time was special, that all things would come to an end with them.

Free Will is only gained when we admit that we don't have any.

Predict the inevitable", she said, "and you're bound to be right one day.

And so it went, sand piling up to the heavens and homes sinking toward hell.

We are obsessed with sex, because those organisms who have this obsession leave behind many more copies of organisms with this obsession.

I listen to my voice messages like once a month," I remind Henry. "You should've texted me.

Happiness can come solely from within, but not for long - The Bern Seer -

Better to join a ghost than to be haunted by them. Better no life than an empty one-

What would they see, anyone who had chosen to watch?

We survive in order to struggle. Struggling means we're winning.

It explains the great quandary of why the most depressed societies are those with the fewest wants.

Wisely and slowly; they stumble that run fast.

Things don't come true. They are true, or they aren't.

The older she got, the quicker her mind went to death. Always, in the end, the thoughts of death.

And the earth sat upon his broken chest.

She used to admire people who stood out, but now she could feel herself wary of them.

Locomotive, Jimmy read. He knew these words. The first part meant 'crazy'. The second part was a person's reason for doing something.

sucked in his breath, and a slice of time hung in the air between them, a pause where hearts did not beat and eyes did not blink.

It's not because we knew" Lukas said, sucking a gasp of air. "It's because we did it.

It's easy to forgo distractions and to not accumulate things when you have a larger goal on the horizon.

Was this how it began? One silly woman with fire in her blood stirring the hearts of a legion of fools?

There was so much to do and not enough buckets.

It turned out that some crooked things looked even worse when straightened. Some tangled knots only made sense once unraveled.

He had only needed to see it once - to kill a man - but even that was too much.