Second Suicide Quotes

“Memories of bright and colorful worlds swirl together. The one thing in common is the brown mud on my boots. Slogging through battlefields. Noticing details like how the insides of sentient things have much in common: the same blood that colors red in the air, the sacs for breathing, the sacs for pumping blood through tubes, the tendrils for turning thoughts into things.”
― Hugh Howey, Second Suicide: A Short Story

“The races I study still employ their immune systems, and the parallels between those systems and us as a race are striking. For we have become what Earthlings would call white blood cells. We remove foreign bodies from the cosmos. And every one leaves an imprint, a bauble of tech or a new idea, all of which we neatly coil into our lives, into our molecular structure. We are an immune system, and we are immune to death. This last, alas, is our curse.”
― Hugh Howey, Second Suicide: A Short Story

“No two people have ever battled that read each other’s poetry,”
― Hugh Howey, Second Suicide: A Short Story

“Those thousands of years now feel like hundreds.”
― Hugh Howey, Second Suicide: A Short Story

“some scars are memories that have faded, and some memories go with scars that no longer exist. A”
― Hugh Howey, Second Suicide: A Short Story

“but some scars are memories that have faded, and some memories go with scars that no longer exist.”
― Hugh Howey, Second Suicide: A Short Story