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

couldn’t fight anymore. You fight because your squad needs you to. When the last man standing beside you goes down, you don’t need a bullet to take out your knees; the depression does that for you. I’ve seen the biggest troopers felled by the heavy darkness. I’ve watched them curl up in the mud and just stop moving. I remember hoping that’d never be me. And here I am.

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

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