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… - Hugh Howey

I pull her against me, not to make love to her, but just to love her. To hold something good and imperfect and fucked up, and to feel someone holding all of that in return.

Cave bears hibernated for a season. Humans hibernated each night. Daytime was a shift, each one endured like a quantum of life, all the short-term planning leading up to another bout of darkness, little thought given to stringing those days into something useful, some chain of valuable pearls. Just another day to survive.

I remember the rule for semicolons; the sentences on both sides have to be full ones.