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 Copy Share Image
“there is a man blocking our way. Sitting astride a tractor with a big scooping bucket on the front, he yells at us for being on his property. We explain the boats, and he says we can’t tie up there,… — 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
