“It is September 11, 2013. Twelve years have gone by. I’m on a flight from San Francisco to Ft. Lauderdale, a cross-country flight loaded down with fuel.” — Hugh Howey Copy Share Image
I am about to die. It is September 11, and every cell in my body is acutely aware of my looming demise. The certainty of it. The inevitability. Not years from now, not weeks nor days. Moments. — 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 Image
“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 Image
“a heap of words designed to hinder communication rather than facilitate it.” — Hugh Howey Copy Share Image
“That leaves Bravo Company, the expendables who know what they’re doing.” — Hugh Howey Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“Overhead, tangles of wires knotted together in a grand display of unplanned infrastructure.” — Hugh Howey Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
