“ 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. Hugh Howey
“ Our tears are trying to serve a purpose, but we rarely let them. I don't know how we got started with subverting that purpose. Hugh Howey
“ She could tell he was heading toward a bad place. She had seen him go there often enough, knew he had shortcuts he could take to get there in no time. Hugh Howey
“ Where's the everlasting peace? Is there even such a thing? Or do we war like alien races war, eternally, against ourselves? Hugh Howey
“ Maybe he wasn’t there to lead so much as to provide an illusion to the others that they were being led. Hugh Howey
“ We don't all make it out the other side, not all of us. But somewhere, there's the click of a pen, a proud signature, a father's hand on a young man's shoulder, and we reload. That's the sound of our… Hugh Howey
