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.

Ever since I was twelve, I dreamed of being an author. I just never had the fortitude to see any of my stories through to completion. I would start a book, get a few chapters in, and grow bored or get distracted by something else.

It turned out that some crooked things looked even worse when straightened. Some tangled knots only made sense once unraveled.

some things are better off back in the past. Where they belong.

There are two competing philosophies in Wool: one is that people have to live under an iron thumb in order to survive, and the other one is that everyone should live completely freely and happily and everything will sort itself out.

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

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.