Statistics were magic like this: they could tell you with near-certainty that a thing would occur, without a hint of when or where. — Hugh Howey Copy Share Image
“a crime to fell a tree and light it on fire, where coals of hardened shit warmed and stunk up homes,” — Hugh Howey Copy Share
“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 Copy Share
“a heap of words designed to hinder communication rather than facilitate it.” — Hugh Howey Copy Share
“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 Copy Share
“Overhead, tangles of wires knotted together in a grand display of unplanned infrastructure.” — Hugh Howey Copy Share
“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 Copy Share
“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 Copy Share
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 Copy Share
“We have allowed a dangerous forest to grow as we try to guard against individual trees.” — Hugh Howey Copy Share
“I hated Sundays as a kid. From the moment I woke up, I could feel Monday looming,” — Hugh Howey Copy Share
