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

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

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.

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.

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.

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

It’s easy to forgo distractions and to not accumulate things when you have a larger goal on the horizon.