There, on that hill, his wife could be seen. She lay like a sleeping boulder, the air and toxins wearing away at her, her arms curled under her head. - Hugh Howey

No good coming from the truth? Knowing the truth is always good. And better that it’s us discovering it than someone else, right?

Here was the love and violence in the hearts of men, all for their women

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.