Quotes from Joe Hill

while she spread gelatinous Spam on crackers.

A pergunta era: o que uma criança quer da mãe? Sua resposta era: Band-Aids para os machucados, uma música na hora de dormir, gentileza, algo doce para comer depois da escola, alguém para ajudar com o dever de casa, alguém junto a quem se aconchegar.

language is no way to communicate

Não existem atos que não sejam egoístas. Quando as pessoas fazem coisas para os outros, é sempre por causa dos seus próprios motivos psicológicos pessoais.

Eu te amo, Con – disse ela, porque apesar do que Jakob pensava sobre essas três palavras, para Harper elas ainda tinham importância. Eram a coisa mais próxima de palavras mágicas que ela conhecia, possuíam poderes que faltavam a outras.

The second kid, he hears that John Donne quote—We're scarce our fathers' shadows cast at noon—and nods and thinks, Ah, shit, ain't that the truth?

I patted the party gun dry, set it down next to the sink, and schlopped off my wet shirt.

that if you were a woman and you had a child, you lost everything, you would be held hostage by love: a terrorist who would only be satisfied when you surrendered your entire future.

At first glance Bing knew that although this man might have passed for forty or so, he was much older than that. His eyes had the soft, faded look of sea glass; they were old eyes, unfathomably old. He had a long, harrowed face, wise and kindly, although he had an overbite and his teeth were a little crooked. It was the sort of face, Bing supposed, that some people would describe as ferretlike, but in profile it also would've looked just fine on currency.

The boulder they had been standing on wasn't a boulder.

I don't think it's any accident that a slice of pie comes in the exact same shape as a slice of pussy

But if God hates sin and Satan punishes the sinners, aren't they working the same side of the street?

You get an astronaut's life whether you want it or not. Leave it all behind for a world you know nothing about.

today we found out what happens when a bad guy with a gun meets a good guy with a gun.

He felt he was being swept away, not just from his life but from God, the idea of God, or hope, or reason, the idea that things made sense, that cause followed effect, and it ought not to be like this, Ig felt, death ought not to be like this, even for sinners. He

Parte dele queria mais: um último beijo, uma última foda, um último trago, ou talvez algo mais profundo, perdão, redenção.

the sweetest softest melody, as good a sound as the laughter of a pretty girl, or your mother calling you to dinner.

Se pueden averiguar muchas cosas de alguien cuando le das por culo.

suas mãos eram como as de um formidável maestro a reger todas as sinfonias de labaredas e chamas para fazer chover os frangalhos e as ruínas de carvão da história.

Também sei dizer palavrão, amigo. Eu sou inglês. A gente fala palavrão sem medo. Aquele com B? A gente fala também: boceta boceta boceta bobocecetata.

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

I don't follow," she said. "You and me . . . how 'bout it? Dire Straits?

There's nothing here that's any different from any of the last dozen EKG readings," Patel said. "Patient scores a nine on the Glasgow scale, shows slow alpha-wave activity consistent with alpha coma. I think he was just talking in his sleep, Nurse. It even happens to gorks like this guy." "His

He would think God was a dyke librarian, and he would know the fear of her.