“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
“We are not the people who made this world, Lukas, but it's up to us to survive it. You need to understand that." "We can't control where we are right now," he mumbled, "just what we do going forward.” PeopleWorldNeedsMadeThis WorldRight Now Book:Wool Source: Wool
“It turned out that some crooked things looked even worse when straightened. Some tangled knots only made sense once unraveled.” MadeCrookedKnotsTangled Book:Wool Source: Wool
