283 Quotes by Hugh Howey

The things we recognize flash right by, where once they held our attention. Only the new bears careful contemplation, and the new gets harder and harder to come by.

Thank you,” she said, remembering her manners. And then, after some consideration: “I’m sorry I fell asleep.

Little fictions. That’s what her father called them. Not lies, just stories to twist the brain into a new shape, to allow the light to spill in with a different color, to throw rainbows instead of shadows.

She felt like a speck of sand in an alien land, confused as to how it had gotten there.

We don’t all make it out the other side, not all of us. But somewhere, there’s the click of a pen, a proud signature, a father’s hand on a young man’s shoulder, and we reload. That’s the sound of our collective gun cocking, the click of a pen. That’s us racking another round in the chamber. Fire that boy out, hope you hit something. If he gets three before he goes home in his own bag, then the numbers look good. That father gets his medal. No one else to wear it.

I reckon he only ever wanted you to be happy. That’s why he was the man for you.

She would’ve been torn between acting cool and nonchalant and wanting to geek out over the experience.

Look, I’m keeping the power on so they can do whatever it is they do up there, and I can’t get basic supplies. And even when I do, the quality is complete crap, probably because of unrealistic quotas, rushing the manufacturing chain –.

One of the many things that surprised me about ‘Wool’ is how many of its fans don’t consider themselves science fiction readers.