30 Quotes by Michael Punke

The sun rose on a world so uniformly white that it forced them to squint against its brilliant reflection. Glass.

Of course it’s not simple. Who said it was simple? But you know what? Lots of loose ends don’t ever get tied up. Play the hand you’re dealt. Move on.

He would crawl until his body could support a crutch. If he only made three miles a day, so be it. Better to have those three miles behind him than ahead.