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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.
Hugh Howey
Don't get like these assholes and fall in love with the fighting. Then you're just setting off bombs because you like the noise they make.
Hugh Howey
He’d only ever seen a gun once, a smaller one on the hip of that old deputy, a gun he’d always figured was more for show. He stuffed a fistful of deadly rounds in his pocket, thinking how each one could end an individual life, and understanding why such things were forbidden. Killing a man should be harder than waving a length of pipe in their direction. It should take long enough for one’s conscience to get in the way.
Hugh Howey
It was a sad loss, this illusion of importance, a humbling blow.
Hugh Howey
She could tell he was exhausted, maybe half as much as she was, but he was still willing to do anything for her. It made her sad, someone being this loyal to her.
Hugh Howey
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.
Hugh Howey
The idea of saving anything was folly, a life especially. No life had been truly saved, not in the history of mankind. They were merely prolonged. Everything comes to an end.
Hugh Howey
I guess what I'm sayin' is, if you want to give Jules a job, be very careful.” “Why be careful?” Marnes asked.Marck gazed up at the confusion of pipes and wires overhead.“'Cause she'll damn well do it. Even if you don't really expect her to.
Hugh Howey
His impatience for sleep often frightened that very sleep away.
Hugh Howey
Here was the love and violence in the hearts of men, all for their women
Hugh Howey
I hated Sundays as a kid. From the moment I woke up, I could feel Monday looming, could feel another school week all piled up and ready to smother me. How was I supposed to enjoy a day of freedom while drowning in dread like that? It was impossible. A pit would form in my chest and gut—this indescribable emptiness that I knew should be filled with fun, but instead left me casting about for something to do. Knowing I should be having fun was a huge part of the problem. Knowing that this was a rare day off, a welcome reprieve, and here I was miserable and fighting against it. Maybe this was why Fridays at school were better than Sundays not in school. I was happier doing what I hated, knowing a Saturday was coming, than I was on a perfectly free Sunday with a Monday right around the corner.
Hugh Howey
To impatient youth, all things took for ever and any kind of waiting was torture. Pg. 221
Hugh Howey
This was the mark of deep infatuation, he thought: the desire to watch a woman talk just to see her lips move, to be around her.
Hugh Howey
There were certain things, learned so young and remembered so deep that they felt like little stones in the center of her mind. These would be the parts of her that rotted last, the bits left over once the rest skittered off on the wind or was drunk deep by the roots.
Hugh Howey
He continued to see inevitable events from the past as avoidable, long after they'd taken their course.
Hugh Howey