Hugh Howey

Hugh Howey
Hugh C. Howeyis an American writer, known best for the science fiction series Silo, part of which he published independently through Amazon.com's Kindle Direct Publishing system. Howey was raised in Monroe, North Carolina and before publishing his books, he worked as a yacht captain, roofer, and audio technician...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
CountryUnited States of America
mind stones littles
There were certain things, learned so young and remembered so deep that they felt like little stones in the center of her mind.
darkness shadow his-smile
Even in the darkness, his smile threw shadows.
beautiful wish tilt
My only wish is that we leave room for hope. There is good and bad in all things. We find what we expect to find. We see what we expect to see. I have learned that if I tilt my head just right and squint, the world outside is beautiful. The future is bright. There are good things to come.
media people use
I use social media not to ask new people to like my stuff. I use social media to connect with that one reader who likes my stuff.
careers best-things can-do
Living frugally is one of the best things an author can do to prepare for their career.
tangled knots made
It turned out that some crooked things looked even worse when straightened. Some tangled knots only made sense once unraveled.
fans wool fiction
One of the many things that surprised me about 'Wool' is how many of its fans don't consider themselves science fiction readers.
moisture taste poison
A seed of hope caught a taste of moisture. Some wishful kernel buried deep, where he was loathe to acknowledge it lest it poison or choke him, began to sprout.
book bored stories
Ever since I was twelve, I dreamed of being an author. I just never had the fortitude to see any of my stories through to completion. I would start a book, get a few chapters in, and grow bored or get distracted by something else.
cells years september-11
I am about to die. It is September 11, and every cell in my body is acutely aware of my looming demise. The certainty of it. The inevitability. Not years from now, not weeks nor days. Moments.
running thinking people
Run, we think, as buildings crumble. Run, as people perish.
philosophy order two
There are two competing philosophies in Wool: one is that people have to live under an iron thumb in order to survive, and the other one is that everyone should live completely freely and happily and everything will sort itself out.
teaching miracle empathy
Fiction challenges us and works its miracles by placing us in the skin of another human being and teaching us empathy.
stars ocean kissing
The best kisses in the world take place at night, in the ocean, with two naked bodies coiled around one another, only the stars to keep them company.