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

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.

I'm coming for you. I'm coming home, I'm coming to clean

We devolve into animals when we creep near to death.

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.

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

Even in the darkness, his smile threw shadows.