Quotes from Joe Hill

Above it all drifted a silvery scythe blade of moon. Wayne looked up at it, and away, and then looked again. The moon had a hooked nose, a thoughtfully frowning mouth, and a single eye closed in sleep. When it exhaled, a wind rippled across the plains and silvery beds of cloud raced through the night. Wayne almost clapped his hands in delight to look upon it.

HIC LOCUS EST UBI MORS GAUDET SUCCURRERE VITAE.

Every thought I have is colored by what I learned by what I learned from reading Ray Bradbury.

The Locke family were my teachers and Keyhouse was my school. I learned from you that in this world, family is the final, most elemental unit of power.

He'd possessed all the key elements of a school shooter: hormones, misery, ammunition. People wondered how something like Columbine could happen. Jude wondered why it didn't happen more often.

Una buena novela para ella tenía que ser un viaje emocional y filosófico y además enseñarle vocabulario nuevo.

The Devil knows that only those with the courage to risk their souls for love are entitled to have a soul, even if God does not.

So much of what was best in life went unnoticed in the moments you had it. The

The whole world can burn down around us. I'll keep my arms around you until the end.

Harper said, "But Snuffleupagus was real." "That is the most wonderful sentence I have ever heard. I want that on my gravestone. Snuffleupagus was real. No more. Just that.

Some part of her felt that the existence of the bridge depended utterly on forward motion and not thinking too much.

On the other hand, it was a well-known fact that cell phones were tools of the devil. He selected

Silence is the purest form of harmony.

The last man she'd dated said something to her, shortly before they broke up: "I don't know, maybe I'm boring, but I never really feel like you're there when we're out to dinner. You live in your head. I can't. No room for me in there. I don't know, maybe you'd be more interested in me if I were a book.

was once a young lady from Yale,'" said the Gasmask Man. "'Who had verses tattooed on her tail. And on her behind, for the sake of the blind, a duplicate version in braille.

You are one person with your mother, and another with your lover, and yet another with your child. Those other people create you—finish you—as much as you create you.

So for online people, death doesn't happen. People go online to hide from death and wind up hiding from life.

She breathed deeply of the scent of decaying fiction, disintegrating history, and forgotten verse, and she observed for the first time that a room full of books smelled like dessert: a sweet snack made of figs, vanilla, glue, and cleverness. The iron door settled shut behind them, the weight

When it came to producing a state of focus, quiet contentment, and inner peace, Zen meditation ran a very distant second to caffeine.

she had carried anxiety with her to work every morning and brought it home with her every night; a nameless, inconsiderate companion that had a habit of poking her in the ribs whenever she was trying to relax.

There's always a little decency in the worst places . . . and always a little secret selfishness in the best.

In the Trees ON LOU'S SWEET, ROUND, BRISTLY FACE WAS THE LOOK OF A CHILD who has just seen a car back over his favorite toy. Tears sprang to his eyes, the brightest thing in the dark. It distressed her to see him nearly crying, to see his shock and disappointment, but the sound of the handcuff snapping shut—that sharp, clear click, echoing on the frozen

After he pulled the trigger, Bing sat with the old man and listened to the rain rattle off the roof of the garage, while John Partridge sprawled on the floor, one foot twitching and a urine stain spreading across the front of his pants. Bing had sat until his mother entered the garage and began to scream. Then it had been her turn—although not for the nail gun.

they had eaten at a place called Terry's for lunch, Terry's Primo Subs in Hampton, which was back in New Hampshire, on the sea.