283 Quotes by Hugh Howey

Memories of bright and colorful worlds swirl together. The one thing in common is the brown mud on my boots. Slogging through battlefields. Noticing details like how the insides of sentient things have much in common: the same blood that colors red in the air, the sacs for breathing, the sacs for pumping blood through tubes, the tendrils for turning thoughts into things.

People from IT sent to replace those they’d killed. Juliette’s.

That hotshot pilot who buzzed the Hudson is forgotten. Here is something new. The boom and the smoke – these two things are unrelated in my mind.

And an unwelcome presence is far worse than miserable silence.

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.

He turned the coin over and over and contemplated the only thing unusual about him holding a trinket from a world fallen to ashes – and that was him being around to marvel at the loss. It was supposed to be people who died and cultures that lasted. Now, it was the other way around;.

Sometimes the real looks fake, especially when you’ve looked at the fake for so long.

The mind rejects the very things worth knowing.

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.