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“There is a balance between all things. Light and shadow. Good and evil. Sweet and spicy. When that balance is upset, the universe corrects.”

“You are a vault dweller, but if you're going to survive, you need to start acting like a surface dweller. Question is, will you still want the same things when you have become a different animal altogether?”

“In the twilight of a man’s life, when his biography is nearly complete, he grows desperate to know the measure of his days, how his voice compares to the chorus of those who’ve come before. Do I matter? Are my choices my own? Or is my destiny governed by an unseen hand?”

"The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again."

“Do you ever feel at times as if you're not a person? What I wish to say is that you're not truly present, nor alive, as if you're at the whim of another, like a dog. Someone or something had the power to breathe life into you, to move you.”

“But the horror...the horror was for love. The things we do for love like this are ugly, mad, full of sweat and regret. This love burns you and maims you and twists you inside out. It is a monstrous love and it makes monsters of us all.”

“An idea, a feeling became clear to me. The hunter did not hate the wolf. The wolf did not hate the sheep. But violence felt inevitable between them. Perhaps, I thought, this was the way of the world. It would hunt you and kill you, just for being what you are.”

“It has been said that, ‘Of all bitches dead or alive, a scribbling woman is the most canine.’ If that should be true, then this author would like to show you her teeth. My name is Lady Whistledown. You do not know me, and rest assured, you never shall. But be forewarned, dear reader, I certainly know you.”

“We do not know why we are here. We do not know who built the Silo. We do not know why everything outside the Silo is as it is. We do not know when it will be safe to go outside. We only know that day is not this day.”

“It's not bad, right?” “No, it's good. You paint some flames on the side, maybe like a rainbow unicorn, you got something.”

“We are ghosts. While most spirits pass on to the afterlife, we are the unfortunate few cursed to spend eternity—oh, and she's gone.”

“If you're telling me this ship can skip across the cosmos on a highway made of mushrooms, I kind of have to go on faith.”

“The surest way to tame a prisoner is to let him believe he’s free.” — Harmony Cobel