Explain to them that these people are not evil, which we might understand and combat. Explain to them that these people do not care and cannot be mad… - Hugh Howey

Imagination, she figured, just wasn’t up to the task of understanding unique and foreign sensations. It knew only how to dampen or augment what it already knew. It would be like telling someone what sex felt like, or an orgasm. Impossible. But once you felt it yourself, you could then imagine varying degrees of this new sensation.

There was no going back. Apologies weren’t welds; they were just an admission that something had been broken. Often between two people.

It’s the part of me that makes me contemplate a fall when confronted with an abyss or some great height.