Even in the darkness, his smile threw shadows.

A seed of hope caught a taste of moisture. Some wishful kernel buried deep, where he was loathe to acknowledge it lest it poison or choke him, began to sprout.

Evan Price is not a man to be questioned. He is a man who will question you.

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

My life is too tight, he wanted to say. My skin is too tight. The walls are too tight.

When there’s only God to blame, we forgive him. When it’s our fellow man, we destroy him.

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.