Wool (Silo Series)
Author: Hugh Howry
Last Read: March 2016
Quick Summary: The world is in ruin. Humanity is kept alive in a silo. Punishment? People get sent to die in the harsh outer environment. But the new sheriff senses there's something fishy going on and investigates.
This is an excellent read. The story ends on a solid note, if you are not interested in continuing the series (I haven't).
“The days pile up and weigh small decisions down, don’t they? That decision not to visit. The first few days slide by easy enough; anger and youth power them along. But then they pile up like unrecycled trash. Isn’t that right?” --loc 1413
One of the last things Mayor Jahns had told her had proved truer than she could imagine: people were like machines. They broke down. They rattled. They could burn you or maim you if you weren’t careful. Her job was not only to figure out why this happened and who was to blame, but also to listen for the signs of it coming. Being sheriff, like being a mechanic, was as much the fine art of preventive maintenance as it was the cleaning up after a breakdown. --loc 1772
But then, the lowering of the body and the plucking of ripe fruit just above the graves was meant to hammer this home: the cycle of life is here; it is inescapable; it is to be embraced, cherished, appreciated. One departs and leaves behind the gift of sustenance, of life. They make room for the next generation. We are born, we are shadows, we cast shadows of our own, and then we are gone. All anyone can hope for is to be remembered two shadows deep. --loc 2209
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. --loc 4142
“What always happens. People go crazy. It only needs to happen once.” He smiled. “We get no credit for being sane, do we? I get no credit. Even from me. From myself. I hold it together and hold it together and I make it another day, another year, and there’s no reward. Nothing great about me being normal. About not being crazy.” He frowned. “Then you have one bad day, and you worry for yourself, you know? It only takes one.” --loc 4359
Once guns were made, who would unmake them? Barrels rested on shoulders and bristled like pincushions above the crowd. There were things, like spoken ideas, that were almost impossible to take back. --loc 4469
“None of us asked to be where we are,” she reminded him coolly. This gave Lukas pause, thinking of where she was, what she’d been through to get there. “What we control,” Juliette said, “is our actions once fate puts us there.” --loc 5417
“We can’t control where we are right now,” he mumbled, “just what we do going forward.” --loc 6297