Dust (Silo, #3)

by Hugh Howey

‘I don’t stress about the fact that I wasn’t here a hundred years ago. I think death will be a lot like that. A hundred years from now my life will be just like it was a hundred years ago.’

Heroes didn’t win. The heroes were whoever happened to win.

No life had ever been truly saved, not in the history of mankind. They were merely prolonged. Everything comes to an end.

‘Maybe the kinds of people who try to shape the world feel like they’re smarter than chaos itself.’