“It was the hubris of each generation to think this anew, to think that their time was special, that all things would come to an end with them.” ThinkingEndsGenerationsSpecialAll ThingsApocalypseHubris Author:Hugh Howey
“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.” ThinkingMenWayShouldLongEndsEnoughShowsIndividualUnderstandingGunConscienceHarderKillingRoundsHipsPocketsLengthForbiddenPipeIndividual LifeDeputiesUnderstanding WhyKilling A Man Author:Hugh Howey
“Imagine the first discovery that one of these epidemics was man-made—the panic, the violence that would ensue. That’s where the end would come. A typhoon kills a few hundred people, does a few billion in damage, and what do we do?” Erskine interlocked his fingers. “We come together. We put the pieces back. But a terrorist’s bomb.” He frowned. “A terrorist’s bomb does the same damage, and it throws the world into turmoil.” He spread his hands apart like an explosion going off. “When there’s only God to blame, we forgive him. When it’s our fellow man, we must destroy him.” PeopleMenWorldFirstsDoeMadeEndsHandsTogetherPiecesImagineViolenceHundredDiscoveryFellowsBlameForgivingFingersSpreadBillionsTerroristDamageBombsPanicFellow ManExplosionsTurmoilEpidemicsTyphoons Author:Hugh Howey
