Wayward: Wayward Pines: 2 (The Wayward Pines Trilogy)

by Blake Crouch

The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven. —John Milton, Paradise Lost

Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. That’s why it’s called the present.

“In some environments, safety and truth are natural born enemies.

Sometimes the best you can do is simply survive.”

Where communication had devolved into the tapping of tiny letters and humanity lived by and large for the endorphin kick from the ping of a received text or a new email.

Shakespeare could have been writing about Pines: All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts.

For every perfect little town, there’s something ugly underneath. No dream without the nightmare.”