#dystopia

If you put enough sheep together you have a herd- a force to be reckoned with. ↗

— Maria V. Snyder

#dystopian #dystopian-fiction #good-book #inside-out #insider

They were like her rocks. Imperfect and surprising and maybe better in the long run than certainties. Chances, she thought, were life ↗

— Veronica Rossi

#dystopian-fiction #paranormal #life

Perfect crime,' he said softly. 'Yes?' 'Persuade an innocent, idealistic young girl that the future of the human race depends on her sacrificing her own life. She will come into hospital as trustingly as a lamb to the slaughter. She will welcome the implantation of a baby that will kill her. She'll lie there while her brain is destroyed for nine whole months, and no police will arrest you, no court will judge you, you'll get away scot free. At the end of nine months she'll be taken off life support and she'll be completely dead. And no one will be blamed. ↗

— Jane Rogers

#perfect-crime #sacrifice #life

The point is, there is no feasible excuse for what are, for what we have made of ourselves. We have chosen to put profits before people, money before morality, dividends before decency, fanaticism before fairness, and our own trivial comforts before the unspeakable agonies of others ↗

— Iain Banks

#dystopia #greed #indictment #morality #nihilistic

Their conversation ceased abruptly with the entry of an oddly-shaped man whose body resembled a certain vegetable. He was a thickset fellow with calloused and jaundiced skin and a patch of brown hair, a frizzy upheaval. We will call him Bell Pepper. Bell Pepper sidled up beside The Drippy Man and looked at the grilled cheese in his hand. The Drippy Man, a bit uncomfortable at the heaviness of the gaze, politely apologized and asked Bell Pepper if he would like one. “Why is one of your legs fatter than the other?” asked Bell Pepper. The Drippy Man realized Bell Pepper was not looking at his sandwich but towards the inconsistency of his leg sizes. “You always get your kicks pointing out defects?” retorted The Drippy Man. “Just curious. Never seen anything like it before.” “I was raised not to feel shame and hide my legs in baggy pants.” “So you flaunt your deformity by wearing short shorts?” “Like you flaunt your pockmarks by not wearing a mask?” Bell Pepper backed away, kicking wide the screen door, making an exit to a porch over hanging a dune of sand that curved into a jagged upward jab of rock. “He is quite sensitive,” commented The Dry Advisor. “Who is he?” “A fellow who once manipulated the money in your wallet but now curses the fellow who does. ↗

— Jeff Phillips

#authors #books #conspiracy #dubai #dystopia

He watches the sun out of the world and the stars into it and sometimes I wonder if he watches the sun come up again. Is it hard to sleep when you know you are almost at the end? Do you not want to miss a moment, even those that would otherwise seem dull and unremarkable? ↗

— Ally Condie

#dystopian #death

What would I do without you? I'd die of stress and depression before nature killed me. ↗

— James Dashner

#james-dashner #the-kill-order #nature

... Remember that forgiveness too is a power. To beg for it is a power, and to withold or bestow it is a power, perhaps the greatest. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#feminism #forgiveness

For one last time, I said my goodbyes to the place I’d known as home for the last decade, and for the first time, I welcomed the unknown. ↗

— Nicole Sobon

#teens #young-adult #home

They were here from the beginning. They have reshaped our lives, run us from our homes. They were always here. ↗

— Nadège Richards

#bionics #dystopian-fiction #robots #the-unknown #unknown