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1 " To impatient youth, all things took for ever and any kind of waiting was torture. Pg. 221 "
― Hugh Howey , Wool (Wool, #1)
2 " It's not because we knew” Lukas said, sucking a gasp of air. “It's because we did it. "
3 " My life is too tight, he wanted to say. My skin is too tight. The walls are too tight. "
4 " Better to go out to see the world one time with his own eyes, than to be burned alive with the plastic curtains. "
5 " No good coming from the truth? Knowing the truth is always good. And better that it’s us discovering it than someone else, right? "
6 " The animal part of his mind wasn’t made for this, to be calmly ushered to a death it was perfectly aware of. "
7 " The law is the law. You broke it. You knew you were breaking it. "
8 " What we do going forward defines who we are. "
9 " As he entered the comm room, Troy wasn’t sure if he should laugh or cry at the realization. Then he remembered how the world was run before, and that nothing had really changed. He chuckled sadly "
10 " One departs and leaves behind the gift of sustenance, of life. They make room for the next generation. We are born, we are shadows, we cast shadows of our own, and then we are gone. All anyone can hope for is to be remembered two shadows deep. "
11 " And one day, my love, you will know it, too. "
12 " At the top of the ramp, Holston saw the heaven into which he’d been condemned for his simple sin of hope. "
13 " That always amazed him: how centuries of bare palms and shuffling feet could wear down solid steel. "
14 " That secret was a powerful drug. "
15 " It was always over the doubt, the suspicion, that things weren't as bad out there as they seemed. You've felt that, right? That we could be anywhere, living a lie? "
16 " All that remained was the curiosity of it all. The wonder of the outside world beyond the veil of lies. "
17 " If I’ve learned one thing from my job, it’s that no crime or crazy mob is ever all that original. "
18 " 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. Maybe. "
19 " Paint clung to them in feeble chips, mostly in the corners and undersides, where they were safe. "
20 " We can’t control where we are right now,” he mumbled, “just what we do going forward. "