Quotes from Joe Hill

Sooner or later a black car came for everyone.

To be honest, I think cell phones were invented by the devil.

If books were girls and reading was s-ss-ssss-fucking, this would be the biggest whorehouse in the county and I'd be the most ruthless pimp you ever met. Whap the girls on the butts and send them off to their tricks as fast and often as I can.

And he paddled away in his douche canoe.

Death isn't the end of your life, you know. Your body is a lock. Death is the key. The key turns... and you're free. To be anywhere. Everywhere. Two places at once. Nowhere. Part of the background hum of the universe.

The mad sometimes drilled holes in their own heads to let the demons out. To relieve the pressure of thoughts they could no longer bear. Jude understood the impulse. Each beat of his heart was a fresh and staggering blow felt in the nerves behind his eyes and in his temples. Punishing evidence of life.

Some things you didn't give away, no matter how much you owed.

If you didn't have me to rake you over the coals now and then, there wouldn't be any fire in your life at all.

The language of sin was universal, the original Esperanto.

You know someone for a while and then one day a hole opens underneath them, and they fall out of your world.

I will be waiting by candlelight in our tree house of the mind.

It's so fucking cheap when people say I love you. It's a name to stick on a surge of hormones, with a little hint of loyalty thrown in. I've never liked saying it. Here's what I say: We're together, now and until the end. You have everything I need to be happy. You make me feel right.

But God fears women even more that He fears the devil- and is right to. She, with her power to bring life into the world, was truly made in the image of the Creator, not man.

She liked things that had been written by people who had lived short, ugly, and tragic lives. Or, who at least, were English.

It was something... the way a person's life picked up speed, the way a life was like a bullet aimed at one final target, impossible to slow or turn aside, and like the bullet, you were ignorant of what you were going to hit, would never know anything except the rush and the impact.

I didn't know the inner me was hungry," I said to Art. "That's because it already starved to death.

Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be kicked in the nuts as soon as they try to get back up. That wasn't in the Bible, but maybe it should've been.

I hope if there is another world, we will not be judged too harshly for the things we did wrong here—that we will at least be forgiven for the mistakes we made out of love.

Well. That's helpful. We'll put an APB out on the Gingerbread Man. I'm not hopeful it'll do us much good, though. Word on the street is you can't catch him.

Everyone you lost was still there with you, and so maybe no one was ever lost at all.

Aren't you going to tell me I'm not so bad? she asked. Mmm-no. I was thinking how every man loves a hot girl with a history of making mistakes. Because it's always possible she'll make one with you.

When you were a Goth, it was important to at least imply the possibility you might burst into flames in direct sunlight.

Secrets are the prisons we make for ourselves.

The people in charge can always justify doing terrible things in the name of the greater good. A slaughter here, a little torture there. It becomes moral to do things that would be immoral if an ordinary individual did 'em.