My only wish is that we leave room for hope. There is good and bad in all things. We find what we… — Hugh Howey Copy Share Image
The best kisses in the world take place at night, in the ocean, with two naked bodies coiled around one another, only… — Hugh Howey Copy Share Image
We are not the people who made this world, Lukas, but it's up to us to survive it. You need to understand… — Hugh Howey Copy Share Image
“The world out there was the way it was no matter how much doubt or hope or hate a person breathed into… — Hugh Howey Copy Share Image
Imagine the first discovery that one of these epidemics was man-made—the panic, the violence that would ensue. That’s where the end would… — 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
“We have allowed a dangerous forest to grow as we try to guard against individual trees.” — Hugh Howey Copy Share Image
“I hated Sundays as a kid. From the moment I woke up, I could feel Monday looming,” — Hugh Howey Copy Share Image
