The suit came up, and Holston thought that maybe people went along with it because they couldn't believe it was happening. None of it was real enough… - Hugh Howey

The animal part of his mind wasn’t made for this, to be calmly ushered to a death it was perfectly aware of.

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.

All our hope, the accomplishments of those before us, what the world can be like, that’s our Legacy.” Bernard’s lips broke into a smile. He waved his hand to continue. “And the bad things that can’t be stopped, the mistakes that got us here, that’s the past.

She rubbed the charcoal letters with her fingers, transferring some of her friends' black thoughts to herself.