"You need to hear what I have to say," she said. Donald waited. What explanation or apology was there? She had taken from him what little Thurman had… - Hugh Howey

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.

And she knew it was time to start getting the images of dead things out of her mind. Or at least, to bury them a while.

Love comes as fast as shrapnel in the trenches. It’s indiscriminate. It gets whoever’s closest. When it’s your time, it’s your time.