This was what happened to the dying soul; it scrambled for some perch, some stairway to cling to, some way not to fall. - Hugh Howey

The thing I hated while reading this book, it turns out, was me. Bad things happen, and shoulders are shrugged. The most serious of events are blended with the strange. The author pulled me inside his mind, and what I found there was a dead stillness, the somber and poignant wisdom of someone with little hope and scars across his eyes.

That’s the problem with the truth,” Darcy said. “Liars and honest men both claim to have it.

Another thing I noticed was how quickly the human brain paired causal events. “A” leads to “B.” We love to make that link, however tenuous.