Hugh Howey

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He’d only ever seen a gun once, a smaller one on the hip of that old deputy, a gun he’d always figured was more for show. He stuffed a fistful of deadly rounds in his pocket, thinking how each one could end an individual life, and understanding why such things were forbidden. Killing a man should be harder than waving a length of pipe in their direction. It should take long enough for one’s conscience to get in the way

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It was a sad loss, this illusion of importance, a humbling blow

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Heroes didn't win. The heroes were whoever happened to win. History told their story -- the dead didn't say a word. All of it was bullshit

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Fiction challenges us and works its miracles by placing us in the skin of another human being and teaching us empathy

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