Wool (Silo #1)

by Hugh Howey

Holston thought that maybe people went along with it because they couldn’t believe it was happening. None of it was real enough to rebel against.

She thought how things could’ve gone so differently, how they’d had all these dreams, unrealistic perhaps, of a real change in power, an easy fix to impossible and intractable problems. Back then she’d been unfairly treated, but at least she’d been safe. There had been injustice, but she’d been in love. Did that make it okay? Which sacrifice made more sense?

there is nothing out there as dark as our doubts, nor as dangerous as our inaction.