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

Living frugally is one of the best things an author can do to prepare for their career.

He’d only ever seen a gun once, a smaller one on the hip of that old deputy, a gun he’d always figured was more for show. He stuffed a fistful of deadly rounds in his pocket, thinking how each one could end an individual life, and understanding why such things were forbidden. 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.

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

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

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.

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.