Tell me what you know,’ he said. Thurman leaned over the…

“the mind-numbing routine. It was the castration of thought,”

— Hugh Howey

“You’re . . . a rock,” I tell the rock. “The fuck I am.”

— Hugh Howey

“We have allowed a dangerous forest to grow as we try to guard against individual trees.”

— Hugh Howey

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

— 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…

— Hugh Howey

“Montana wants to scream, but the thing she is angry at is in the past. The past can’t hear her. This is the thing,…

— Hugh Howey

“Overhead, tangles of wires knotted together in a grand display of unplanned infrastructure.”

— Hugh Howey

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

— Hugh Howey

“That leaves Bravo Company, the expendables who know what they’re doing.”

— Hugh Howey

“a heap of words designed to hinder communication rather than facilitate it.”

— Hugh Howey

“People from IT sent to replace those they’d killed. Juliette’s”

— Hugh Howey

“The Loud came before the quiet. That was a Rule of the World, for the bangs and shouts need somewhere to echo, just as…

— Hugh Howey

Even in the darkness, his smile threw shadows.

— Hugh Howey

“a crime to fell a tree and light it on fire, where coals of hardened shit warmed and stunk up homes,”

— Hugh Howey

“I hated Sundays as a kid. From the moment I woke up, I could feel Monday looming,”

— Hugh Howey