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

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

I am about to die. It is September 11, and every cell in my body is acutely aware of my looming demise. The certainty of it. The inevitability. Not years from now, not weeks nor days. Moments.

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.

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

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.

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