Hugh Howey Quotes

But a stronger impulse seized the popular imagination: the ability to be great overnight. It was a new type of lottery, one where fame and talent were won rather than simple money.

His response was that it was a burden doing what he knew to be correct, to be sound and logical.’ Erskine ran one hand across the pod as if he could touch his daughter within. ‘And how much simpler things would be, how much better for us all, if we had people brave enough to do what was right, instead.

She felt like a speck of sand in an alien land, confused as to how it had gotten there.

Donald remembered running for Congress, thinking he was going to do real good for the future. And then he found himself in an office surrounded by a bewildering tempest of rules, memos and messages, and he quickly learned just to pray for the end of each day. He went from thinking he was going to save the world to passing the time until … until time ran out.

Her mother, buried. A town, lost. A small group of men, somewhere out there, cheering.

She rubbed the charcoal letters with her fingers, transferring some of her friends' black thoughts to herself.

say bad things come in threes, but I don’t think that’s true. I think bad things keep right on coming.

I clamp down on those memories. I embrace fresher torments. But my shrink warned me about this, how anger and depression get misassigned, and how if I don’t work through shit it’ll keep resurfacing in ways I don’t expect.

None of us asked to be where we are,” she reminded him coolly.

This gave Lukas pause, thinking of where she was, what she'd been through to get there.

“What we control,” Juliette said, “is our actions once fate puts us there.

We devolve into animals when we creep near to death.

As he entered the comm room, Troy wasn’t sure if he should laugh or cry at the realization. Then he remembered how the world was run before, and that nothing had really changed. He chuckled sadly

The law is the law. You broke it. You knew you were breaking it.

tearing a world down was a simple affair; the gravity of human nature tugged willingly. It was the building up afterward that proved complex. It was what to replace injustice with that very few gave thought to.

There aren’t any rules about how long you gotta know someone to know you love them.

Bad things happen, and shoulders are shrugged. The most serious of events are blended with the strange. The author pulled me inside his mind, and what I found there was a dead stillness, the somber and poignant wisdom of someone with little hope and scars across his eyes. There was humor there, too. But not the bright kind. The man who wrote that book is dead. So it goes.