You die a little inside every time you have joyless sex. Neurons prune back. The good in there withers. And some things never grow back. - Hugh Howey

He thought of men like Hitler, Stalin, and Napoleon. All it took was a lot of seemingly decent people to put the wrong person in power and then fall under their spell.

After a while, you're staying mad just to justify an old mistake. Then it's just a game. Two people staring away, refusing to look back over their shoulders, afraid to be the first one to take that chance.

No life had ever been truly saved, not in the history of mankind. They were merely prolonged. Everything comes to an end.