Hugh Howey Quotes

This was what happened to the dying soul; it scrambled for some perch, some stairway to cling to, some way not to fall.

Her first thought was of food. The ding meant Donny bringing her food.

Crying isn’t simply about opening the floodgates to some private trauma and letting it out — crying is just as much about letting those around you know you’re hurting.

When the headlights hit us, the rays acted like a steel blade slicing through our indecision. Our thoughts and plans fell away — as did our logic and ability to reason. All that remained was the urge to flee.

How could any of them not see where they were going? They’d been going around and around in tiny circles, had been for years, years that sat heavy in the gut of the living. And this was what made stomachs turn: it was the weight of all that time wasted. It was the seconds and minutes and hours, the true nectar of life, gorged on hungrily and thoughtlessly, forever undigestible, everyone hungry for more.

I debate whether or not to hold my breath. Is the massive, wheezing inhalation that follows worse than all the small little puffing breaths I might take instead? (I often debated this when a squad mate would lay a fart with a howl of laughter. Breathe normal? Or put it off and then risk sucking that fart so deep into your lungs that it stays there forever, little fart cells melding way inside the core of you?)

Locomotive, Jimmy read. He knew these words. The first part meant ‘crazy’. The second part was a person’s reason for doing something.

And one day, my love, you will know it, too.

We live in a world not of science fiction, but of science fact.

man took another shot of the pod’s interior.

There was no going around it, so we tried to race back to the inlet, but the storm was moving too fast. Winds over fifty miles an hour. It hit us all at once like a heavenly fist, a mighty slam of stinging rain and raucous seas.

Here was the love and violence in the hearts of men, all for their women

After a pause, Andrew says that these buildings will always be here, that they will outlive us all. And I believe him. “But just imagine,” my mammal brain says, “if you took this one we’re standing in down in such a way that it toppled into that guy.

It hit her like a loved one turning his back while she was falling, like some great bond that wasn’t simply taken away but never truly existed.

There were sparks in her vision from the heady rush. Juliette’s mind shuddered. “What is this?” she asked, gasping for air. “This is from the supplies we pulled?” Courtnee laughed and leaned against Juliette. “It’s good, right?” “It’s great. It’s … amazing.” “Maybe we should go back for another load,” Courtnee said. “If we do that, I might not carry anything else.” The two women laughed quietly. They sat together, gazing up at the clouds and the occasional star for a while. The fire nearest them crackled and spat sparks, and a handful of quiet conversations drifted deep into the trees where bugs sang a chorus and some unseen beast howled.