Predict the inevitable", she said, "and you're bound to be right one day.
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.
My life is too tight, he wanted to say. My skin is too tight. The walls are too tight.
some things are better off back in the past. Where they belong.
It was a sad loss, this illusion of importance, a humbling blow.
It turned out that some crooked things looked even worse when straightened. Some tangled knots only made sense once unraveled.