Dust (Silo Trilogy #3)

by Hugh Howey

Charlotte untangled her fists from the sheets, which were damp with all that dreams wrung from terrified flesh.

A very well written passage to describe sweating in your sleep from bad dreams

Jimmy was used to the up-and-down of the spiral staircase. That was normal. This was not.

A stark example of how one’s experiences and environment shapes the way you think of normality

He only had to go down two levels. It felt crazy, taking the express two levels. What the silo needed was stairs. There were so many times he just needed to go up or down a single level and found himself waiting five minutes for a blasted lift. It made no sense.

The irony- in the silo with only lifts the occupants wanted stairs and in the one with only stairs they could’ve done with elevators. Perspective is very important.