Hugh Howey Quotes
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Hugh Howey Famous Quotes & Sayings
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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
That this silo operated by the same deceit should not be surprising; it was the only way such men knew how to run anything.
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.
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.
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.
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.
One of the things she loved about having [him] around was that his thoughts could be so black as to make hers shine gray.
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.
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.
One of the many things that surprised me about 'Wool' is how many of its fans don't consider themselves science fiction readers.
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.
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.
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.
the machines slowly rebuilding with recent history, having been wiped completely during the uprising. Access
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
He continued to see inevitable events from the past as avoidable, long after they'd taken their course.
There were certain things, learned so young and remembered so deep that they felt like little stones in the center of her mind.
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.
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.
We are obsessed with sex, because those organisms who have this obsession leave behind many more copies of organisms with this obsession.
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 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?