Hugh Howey Quotes

I also very purposefully employ the caps button, because they can, in this way, hear us scream in space:

Fucking NASA. In a horror movie, when everyone is hugging their shins and shouting for the main character to turn and run, or crawl under the bed, or call the cops, or grab a gun, NASA would be the dude in the back shouting, “Go see what made that noise! And take a flashlight!

Fiction challenges us and works its miracles by placing us in the skin of another human being and teaching us empathy.

She imagined herself at age nine, running through these very halls, crying out to her older self across the years.

All great discoveries were like this. It was the rare souls full of hope who showed the world what could be done; and then came the thundering herds, those doubters and naysayers who had once put up barriers, now shoving everyone out of their way.

And every mistake. But every good thing we do as well. They are immortal, every single touch we leave behind. Even if nobody sees them or remembers them, that doesn’t matter. That trail will always be what happened, what we did, every choice. The past lives on forever. There’s no changing it.

No good coming from the truth? Knowing the truth is always good. And better that it’s us discovering it than someone else, right?

Strange the lengths I’ll go to in order to keep people away from me, considering how lonely I feel most of the time. I guess that’s the strange torment I suffer: dying for company, for someone to talk to, but it’s never the right someone who shows. And an unwelcome presence is far worse than miserable silence.

A soul can’t be pinned and made to heal. It has to be talked into stillness and quietude. It has to want it.

The point of the silo was for the people to keep the machines running, when Jahns had always, her entire long life, seen it the other way around.

This is what happens when they give you medals for breaking the rules: you forget the rules apply to you.

It’s always okay to admit when you don’t know something. If you couldn’t do this, you would never truly know anything.

Moments spill through hands idling away at nothing To puddle in years

To impatient youth, all things took for ever and any kind of waiting was torture. Pg. 221

It was amazing to Knox that they all knew, instinctively, how to build implements of pain. It was something even shadows knew how to do at a young age, knowledge somehow dredged up from the brutal depths of their imagination, this ability to deal harm to one another.