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.

Statistics were magic like this: they could tell you with near-certainty that a thing would occur, without a hint of when or where.

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.

It’s easy to forgo distractions and to not accumulate things when you have a larger goal on the horizon.

Run, we think, as buildings crumble. Run, as people perish.

One of the many things that surprised me about Wool is how many of its fans don't consider themselves science fiction readers.

We devolve into animals when we creep near to death.